Take Me Home — текст песни (Angels)

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster-Throckman)
I`ve thinking of far out places, trying to find a cool oasis,
get away from living in the streets,
where dirty money is the game, the dealer never knows your name,
people marching to the same old beat.
The street`s alive with pretty girls, who take you all around the
world, if you`ve got enough to pay the price,
neon lights, they beckon you, come and see what we can do,
watch a colour movie, ain`t it nice?
(Chorus)
Oh won`t you please just let me use your telephone,
I`ve had enough I want to take a taxi home,
Take me from the heat, take me from this city streets
Take me, take me home -- take me home.
I`ve been walking these streets at night, hoping I don`t get in a
fight, doing what I did the night before,
hanging `round the alley way, wandering down by the bay,
watching drunken sailors trying to score.
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