Comedians And Angels

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[Verse 1]
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I miss my friends tonight, their 
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faces shine for me,
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the clamor of their singing's like
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 some mad calliope.
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Still ringing through the Lion's 
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Head until the morning light,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
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friends tonight.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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With Jameson's or Bushmills or 
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Trotsky on the rocks;
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the Fenian at the barricade, the 
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batter in the box.
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A song for every season, a smile 
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in every fight,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
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friends tonight.

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[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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When Dave was in his glory and 
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singing Brecht and Weill,
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The Clancys hauled a chantey out 
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and gave us Paddy Doyle.
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The Mets were either best or worst
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 and Marx was wrong or right,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
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friends tonight.

[Verse 4]
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I wonder where they are now,   
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they could be anywhere;
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in Hell or California or back in 
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Sheridan Square.
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They left us where they left us, 
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so we put out the light,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
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friends tonight.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 5]
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Each one drained a parting glass 
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then and   sailed off to sea
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and what a crew of rogues they 
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made in gleeful anarchy.
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They sang to the horizon a song 
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no pen could write,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
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friends tonight.

[Ending]
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They sang to the horizon a song 
            Em
no pen could write,
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comedians and angels, I miss my 
             D
friends tonight.