I wish I had an angel
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to tell me what I should do
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with all these troubles
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stuck on me like Superglue
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angel, my spirit's so tired
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oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah
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I wish I had an atlas
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to show me where to go
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to rid my self of these
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emotional clothes I've outgrown
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oh, my spirit's so tired
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angel, my spirit's so tired, yeah
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But if I had an old fat Cadillac
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I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
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I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
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where is there to go to get away?
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"So, Mr. President, what should you and I
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propose to say...about this fallout business,
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raining all over our parade.
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Maybe you should sit up front and I'll sit here in the back
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and we can both admire my old fat Cadillac.
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Look at that dash!
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Look at that amazing upholstery, yes!
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Think of the plans,
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think of what a man can build with his hands...
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and maybe, maybe we can rent a cable t.v., yes...
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and plug it right in, right here in this beautiful back seat...
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and maybe Mr. President,
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you could fix a big martini.
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Maybe you should fix a big martini, yeah".
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But if I had an old fat Cadillac
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I'd sit there in the back seat and stare all day
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I'd never drive my old fat Cadillac
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where is there to go to get away?
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Old Fat Cadillac
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The Bears |