Well, it's always been my nature to take chances
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My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
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Where the current is strong and the monkey dances
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To the tune of a concertina
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Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
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I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
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But whatever it could be, makes you think you've seen me before
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Angelina
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Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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His eyes were two slits that would make a snake proud
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With a face that any painter would paint as he walked through the crowd
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Worshipping a god with the body of a woman well endowed
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And the head of a hyena
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Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?
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If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
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No, I have heard nothing about the man that you seek
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Angelina
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Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode
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The peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed
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I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
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With your subpoena
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When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
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I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game
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Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
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Angelina
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Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone
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Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone
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Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown
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Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
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She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
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Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions have been sold
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He's surrounded by God's angels and she's wearin' a blindfold
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And so are you, Angelina
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Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force
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I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
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In God's truth tell me what you want, and you'll have it of course
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Just step into the arena
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Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases
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Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel with four faces
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Begging God for mercy and weepin' in unholy places
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Angelina
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Oh, Angelina. Oh, Angelina
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Angelina
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| Bob Dylan |
