| Angel, won’t you call me?
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| Could I be the only
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| though I am a lost cause,
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| Angel, won’t you call me?
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| Waiting for a sweet breeze,
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| read it in the tea-leaves
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| Saw them crown you May Queen
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| Heard you sing the sweetest thing
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| But I been so unbridled
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| I fled at the face of my rival
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| when I felt his breath
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| at the back of my neck
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| Angel, won’t you call me?
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| So here I am in corduroy
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| Catch it in your Polaroid
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| Thought it was an off night,
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| caught in such a warm light
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| But, Angel, won’t you call me?
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| Could I be the only
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| though I am a lost cause
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| Angel, won’t you call me?
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| But I been so unbridled
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| I fled at the face of my rival
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| when I felt his breath
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| at the back of my neck
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| Angel, won’t you call me? |