Sweet Angeline

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[G]Oh Angeline, I love you, your [C]mouth is like a s[D]ting
and w[Em]hen I close my e[Bm]yes each night I o[C]ften hear you s[D]ing
[G]Imagination's hidden book, you w[C]rote it on the w[D]ing
And w[Em]hen I vowed to c[Bm]omfort you, you sw[C]allowed everything[D].

[G]Angeline, o[C]h my Angeline
[C]My sweet Angeline -[G] you have re[Am]ndered me unseen [D]
[Em]I would cry a [C]million smiles for my I[D]ndian City [G]queen [C]

Well your body it is broken in so many different ways
And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze
Your blood flows like the finest wine - the kiss of Burgundy
And where it comes from, no one knows, but where its going I can't see

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

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[G]   [C]   [D]   [Em]   [Bm]   [C]   [D]
[G]   [C]   [D]   [Em]   [Bm]   [C]   [D]

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

And your crystal coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint
and I think I'm getting lost, among the swollen states
Oh rescue me, or bury me, for I care not what you do
There is one thing that I want to say - well am I really you?

Angeline, oh my Angeline
My sweet Angeline - you have rendered me unseen
I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen

Andrew Jones. 2000.