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Try to think that love's not around |
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Still it's uncomfortably near |
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My old heart ain't gaining any ground |
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Because my angel eyes ain't here |
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Angel eyes, that old Devil sent |
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They glow unbearably bright |
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Need I say that my love's mispent |
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Mispent with angel eyes tonight |
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So drink up all you people |
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Order anything you see |
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And have fun you happy people |
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The drink and the laughs on me |
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But pardon me I got to run |
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The fact's uncommonly clear |
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I gotta find who's now the number one |
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And why my angel eyes ain't here |
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Pardon me I got to run |
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The fact's uncommonly clear |
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See I gotta find who's now the number one |
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And why my angel eyes ain't here |
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Excuse me while I disappear |