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Oh, Angelina, Angelina was a friend of mine |
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She used to listen to my chords and ripple: "Heaven seems fine" |
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Oh, Angelina, they said you are just a bag which matches shoes |
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But you are the one who listens to my claiming blues |
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Oh, Angelina, Angelina was always by my side, |
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She can take mountains they would call too wide |
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Not too wide for Angelina cause she never criticize my acts |
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No, not my Angelina, she'll never analyze the facts |
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Oh, Angelina, she keeps the most secret colors, |
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But she won't give anyone my zero dot fifty dollars |
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And if I need something, I can count on Angelina's mind |
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Cause inside her there is always what I wanna find |
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Oh, Angelina, she carries things behind my back |
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And she doesn't claim my harmonicas are out of whack |