7.Sweet Angeline
(ian hunter)
Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting
And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing
Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing
And when i vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything
Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen
Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when i stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze.
Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy
And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going i
can't see
Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen
Angeline, oh my angeline
You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen
And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the
paint
And i think that i am getting lost among the swollen states
Oh rescue me or bury me, for i care not what you do
There is just one thing that i want to say am i really you
Angeline, oh my angeline
My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen
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