There are no angels left in America anymore
They left after
Atom smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
Opera singers in the
Tem
Quem não tem
Ela tem
Diz que tem
Mas também
Nem precisa
Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
To send a
Window shoppin'
Finger poppin'
Hangin' in our fav'rite shopping mall
Looky looky
I'm lazy when I'm lovin', I'm lazy when I play
I'm
For millions of years, In millions of homes
A man loved
For millions of years, In millions of homes
A man loved
"I love America, her secret's safe with me
And I know
Look, is this the real thing?
When you caught my eye
How
Funky beats, Barrow Street
Walking with your dog
I see you, You
A distant car, a quiet night
Like starin' at the ceiling
My
"You may think I look sad
But I am just sleeping
It's
(mmm…) I can’t find my way around this table,
And I
A man sticks his fingers inside of his mouth
The words
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