| Heat pouring in through the holes, slowing traffic to a crawl
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| Time, time is only silhouettes, shadow puppets on the wall
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| Pouring in through the holes, slowing traffic to a crawl
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| Makes you tick but don’t forget that you can never have it all
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| Listen to the raindrops falling on the treetops
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you alone
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| Many miles from home on the dawn patrol
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| Where the elephants roam and the red hills roll
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| Red sand, red sand like a sea of blood
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| Cold hands on the trigger wet boots in the mud
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| Listen to the gunshots echo through the treetops
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you alone
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| The world’s on fire, there’s nowhere to run
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| The world’s on fire, try and hold on
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| And if you’re doing what you shouldn’t turn the other way
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| Because the proof is in the pudding so the old wives say
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| You gotta cut that rope till your hands are free
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| And throw off that yoke that keeps you on your knees
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| Listen to the gunshots echo ‘cross the rooftops
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you alone
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| The world’s on fire, there’s nowhere to run
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| The worlds' on fire, try and hold on
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| Can you feel it, can you feel it, I can taste it, I can taste it
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| Is it real now, is it real now, did we make it, did we make it
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| Can you feel it, can you feel it, I can taste it, I can taste it
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| If we dream it, if we dream it, we can make it, we can make it
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you alone
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you
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| Angola, Angola, I never should have left you alone |