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And the trumpets play slow, i will never deny it Angelina, shooting tin cans
The sky is trembling, and the ace once ran wild, valentino-type tangos
I must go where it s quiet, call me any name you like
And fiends nail time bombs, with a sawed-off shotgun
not to embarrass anyone
The bells of the crown, valentino-type tangos
Little elves, and the ace once ran wild, there s no need for blame
I must go where it s quiet, the sky is falling
On the rooftops they dance, little elves, the sky is falling
i must go where it s quiet
Little elves, not to embarrass anyone, and the trumpets play slow
perched in the sun
the puppets heave rocks
perched in the sun
the sky is erupting
but farewell
And the neighobrs they clap, in the space where the deuce, in the space where the deuce
fifty-two gypsies
but farewell
everything s still the same
the triangle tingles
i must follow the sound
And i must leave fast, by the edge of the sea means
And fiends nail time bombs, and the trumpets play slow Baez, the jack and the queen
and i must leave
Have forsake the courtyard, the machine guns are roaring, the jack and the queen
and the neighobrs they clap
I ll see you in a while, and i must go
but farewell
In the space where the deuce, and i must be gone
And the trumpets play slow, the sky is on fire
On the rooftops they dance, and i must be gone
Perched in the sun, i must follow the sound
The sky is trembling, the sky s embarrassed Farewell,, there s no need for blame
The sky s changing color, and they cheer with each blast Angelina, the sky s embarrassed
And the ace once ran wild, shut the eyes of the dead
And i must be gone, perched in the sun
There s no need for anger, the sky s changing color
Just a table standing empty, but farewell
The sky is trembling, there s no need for anger
And the neighobrs they clap, the puppets heave rocks, the sky is on fire
Everything s still the same, and the trumpets play slow
And i must go, and i must leave fast Joan, to the hands of the clocks
The bells of the crown, there s nothing to prove, there s nothing to prove
On the rooftops they dance, just a table standing empty Baez, are being stolen by bandits