| My first name Angelene
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| Prettiest mess you’ve ever seen
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| Love for money is my sin
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| Any man calls I’ll let him in
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| Rose is my colour and white
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| Pretty mouth, and green my eyes
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| I see men come and go
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| But there’ll be one who will collect my soul
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| And come to me
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| Two thousand miles away
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| He walks upon the coast
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| Two thousand miles away
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| It lays open like a road
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| Dear God, life ain’t kind
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| People gettin born then dying
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| But I’ve heard there’s joy untold
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| Lays open like a road in front of me
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| Two thousand miles away
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| He walks upon the coast
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| Two thousand miles away
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| Lays open like a road
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| It seems so far away
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| I see men come and go
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| Two thousand miles until I reach that open road
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| My first name’s angelene |