Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
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Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
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The triangle tingles, the music plays slow
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But farewell Angelina, the night is on fire, and I must go
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There is no use in talking and there's no need for blame
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There is nothing to prove, everything still is the same
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The table stands empty by the edge of the stream
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But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave
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The jacks and the queens they have forsake the courtyard
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Fifty-two gypsies now file past the guard
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In the space where the deuce and the ace once ran wild
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Farewell Angelina, the sky is folding, I'll see you after a while
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See the cross-eyed pirate sit perched in the sun
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Shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun
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And the corporals and the neighbors clap and cheer with each blast
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But farewell Angelina, the sky is trembling, and I must leave fast
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King Kong little elves in the rooftops they dance
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Valentino-type tangos while the hero's clean hands
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Shut the eyes of the dead not to embarrass anyone
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Farewell Angelina, the sky is flooding over, and I must be gone
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The camouflaged parrot, he flutters from fear
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When something he doesn't know about suddenly appears
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What can not be imitated perfect must die
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Farewell Angelina, the sky's flooding over, and I must go where it is dry
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Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks
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At misunderstood visions and at the faces of clocks
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Call me any name you like, I will never deny it
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But farewell Angelina, the sky is erupting, and I must go where it's quiet
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Farewell Angelina
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| John Cougar Mellencamp |
