Sweet Angeline

Mott The Hoople

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    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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Diane Patterson

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