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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 own heart ain't gainin' no 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 mis-spent |
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Mis-spent with Angel Eyes tonight |
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So drink up, drink up all you people |
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And order anything you see |
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Have fun you happy people |
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The drink, and the laugh's, on me |
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Pardon me, but I gotta run |
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The fact's uncommonly clear |
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I gotta find who's now number one |
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And why my Angel Eyes ain't here. |
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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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'Scuse me while I disappear. |
