| Angela, everything happened strangely, like in a movie,
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| Los Angeles and a half-empty casino
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| And then a hot whisper of incomprehensible words,
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| The city of angels sold you to me for the night.
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| You know, Angela, none of us thought, guessed,
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| That this night will turn into a crazy series.
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| Two weeks have flown by, two weeks have flown by
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| As in a dream, in a dream.
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| Chorus:
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| It's not too late to tell you: "Goodbye, let's finish the cold tea and you won't
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| see you off."
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| A little more, I won't be able to leave already, bye-bye, my baby, don't be sad, just don't
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| sad, sorry.
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| Angela, there's a salt mark on her cheeks,
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| A lone silhouette froze at the window.
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| And you threw the outstretched money into the night,
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| Outside the window they circle, flying away.
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| City of angels, he'll put them down on the pavement
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| And a passerby at night will take them for a gift from God.
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| Two weeks have flown by, two weeks have flown by
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| As in a dream, in a dream.
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| Chorus:
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| It's not too late to tell you: "Goodbye, let's finish the cold tea and you won't
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| see you off."
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| A little more, I won't be able to leave already, bye-bye, my baby, don't be sad, just don't
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| sad, sorry.
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| Angela, Angela, Angela... |