The sun has risen and it has smiled Why cant you just once just be a child ? I'm not expecting anything wild You're like a man who just sold his soul Sat in the shadows, sad and cold Your shoulders young, but somehow your head's too old Who'd ever chose, to be in your shoes Oh my blue angel You had three wishes and still you cried Are you never satisfied ? The child inside you has long since died And here I offer a straw to clutch You haven't noticed it as such The shoes you're wearing they must pinch too much Who'd ever choose, to be in your shoes Oh my blue angel, angel, angel, angel
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