I ´m lighting a fire, after napping on the coach
He left me his raincoat, he won´t need it anymore
And now I´m sitting here baby, and I feel so very lonely
The hours pass so slow, since my love took off
For the City of Angels,
Where angels don´t seem to fly (anymore)
I worked so hard, till I really thought that I
was more than ready, to grin at him and wave goodbye
But why do I have to smile now, baby
How will I play the grown up woman?
When now I know for sure, that my love is in love
With the City of Angels,
Where angels don´t seem to fly (anymore)
Oh baby, don´t you remember? We used to get high by this same fireplace
and, you know? even when you were sitting next to me, I was missing you
But why do I have to smile now, baby
How will I play the grown up woman?
When now I know for sure, that my love is in love
With the City of Angels, Where angels don´t seem to fly (anymore)
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