| There’s a grandfather clock in the corner
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| With a smile on it’s face
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| Chairs and tables, expensive labels
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| Velvet curtains and lace
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| Every day when I go in there
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| I will buy a thing or two
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| But money can’t buy everything
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| 'Cos what I really want is you
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| Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Now my house is an empty garden
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| And the shop is so bare
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| All these things that I bought mean nothing
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| 'Cos Angelique is still there
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| It’s too late now to forget her
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| She means far too much to ignore
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| Now I’m haunted with memories
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| That I just can’t stand anymore
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| Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Take back the table, the velvet and lace
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| The chairs, and the clock with the smile on it’s face
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| Take them all and stand them where they were before
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| Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Oh, Antique Angelique, close the door, and now
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| You’re everything I have
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| Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
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| Than everything I have
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| Antique Angelique… |