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Angel Eyes /The Jazz Passengers: Individually Twisted/1996So drink up all you people. Order, order anything you please. Have fun, all you happy people. The drinks, and the laugh's, on me. Pardon me, hehe, but I gotta run. The fact's uncommonly clear. I gotta find who's my number one and why my angel eyes ain't here. 'scuse me while I disappear. |