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(B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame. There's nothing to prove Everything's still the same. Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea means Farewell, Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jack and the queen Have forsake the courtyard. Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards Letras de cancionesIn the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell, Angelina The sky is falling I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun. And the neighobrs they clap And they cheer with each blast. Farewell, Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the makeup man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone. But Farewell, Angelina The sky's embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks And fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks. Call me any name you like I will never deny it, But Farewell, Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet From Letras Mania