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Charlie's Angel Simplicity, my imaginative friend. Rachel called my house today, my answering machine picked up. Heard you on the other line, calling out my name. Didn't want to talk to you, Couldn't face the music. Charlie said you never showed, he waited 'til eight-thirty. You were lost within the city, out there doing something dirty. Asking passersby for change, and spending it on nips. Charlie said you finally showed, but Rachel lost her grip. |
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