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You've been out on the tiles |
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Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion |
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But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn |
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Girl you look like a bad dream |
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You've been places I've never been |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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You've been places I've never been |
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You took the small change from the job in the hall |
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Be back in an hour but you're not back at all |
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The children are crying, the flowers are dying |
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There's no food on the table, I don't think I'm able to cope |
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You've been places I've never been |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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You've been places I've never been |
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Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables |
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With kisses for strangers, all laughing and howling |
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And jokes and tall tales that ain't funny at all |
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Bluffers and smugglers or boozers and gamblers |
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Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar |
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Oh, they've been pushing you too far |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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You've been places I've never been |
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Come home, come home Angeline |
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Come home, come home |
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You've been places I've never been |
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You've been places |
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You've been places |
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You've been places |