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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, |
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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 kissing 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, 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 Angeline. |
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You've been places I've never been. |
