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Don't talk to me of shattered dreams;
Of course, you don't know what it means
To live for someone else -- you just can't take.
And when you're bitten by the truth,
You blame it on your misspent youth.
..You never seem to learn by your mistakes.
reprise:
So, don't talk to me of wild, wild angels...
Wild, wild angels on the skyways;
Those wild, wild angels
On the highways of your life...
'Cause it's people like you
Who never knew
What wild, wild angels have to face.
/reprise
I ain't hangin' round to see
You turn on someone else like me...
I'm still alive
And you know the way I live...
But, baby, that's one way you'll never be...
Such simple things you fail to see...
You take back everything you've ever given.
Smokie
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~v
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