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Bob Dylan 1965 |
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Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown |
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Are being stolen by bandits, |
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I must follow the sound |
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The triangle tingles, the music plays slow |
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But farewell |
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Angelina, the night is on fire, and |
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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 |
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Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and |
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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, |
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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 |
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Angelina, the sky is trembling, and |
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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 |
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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 |
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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, |
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I will never deny it |
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But farewell |
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Angelina, the sky is erupting, and |
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I must go where it's quiet |
