| Farewell Angelina,
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| the bells of the crown
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| Are being stolen by bandits,
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| I must follow the sound,
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| The triangle tingles
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| and the trumpets play slow,
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| Farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is on fire
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| and I must go.
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| Theres no need for anger,
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| theres no need for blame,
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| Theres nothing to prove,
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| evrythings still the same.
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| Just a table standing empty
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| by the edge of the see
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| Means farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is trembling,
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| and I must leave.
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| The Jacks and the Queens
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| have forsaked the courtyard
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| 52 Gypsies now file past the guards
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| In the space where the deuce
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| and the ace once ran wild
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| Farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is folding,
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| Ill see you in a while.
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| See the crosseyed pirates
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| sitting perched in the sun
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| Shooting tin cans
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| with a sawed-off shotgun
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| And the neighbors they clap
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| and they cheer with each blast
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| Farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is changing color,
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| and I must leave fast.
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| King Kong little elves
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| on the roof tops they dance
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| Valentine-type tangos
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| while the make-up mans hands
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| Shut the eyes of the dead
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| not to embarass anyone
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| Farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is embarassed,
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| and I must be gone.
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| The machine guns are roaring,
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| the puppets heave rocks
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| The fiends nail time bombs
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| to the hands of the clocks
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| Call me any name you like,
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| I will never deny it
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| Farewell Angelina,
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| the sky is erupting,
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| I must go where its quiet. |