Tondar's Daily Rant

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

FRIDAY NIGHT LYRICS

Angela
by Toto
Song by David Paich

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I'll find her somehow

Angela carries me back to the time
When I knew that her love was still mine
Angela's holding the child in her womb
And I pray that she will be calling soon

Cold moon, dark sky, I'm watching my mind disappear
She sits alone, not knowing that I am so near
Why can't she hear my voice as I call out her name


It's a silly situation, it's just infatuation, no need to be sorry

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that I'll find her somehow

Angela carries me back to the time
When I knew that her love was still mine
Angela's holding the child in her womb
And I pray that she will be calling soon

It's a silly situation, it's just infatuation, no need to be sorry

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