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Come into my flat, mind the door, I've just painted it
Don't sit on the sofa, it hasn't been delivered yet
The hem on the curtain that's not done, the old lady made them
We call it home, far from it, we're not going to roam
We've waited so long just to own our own heaven
Color TVs, they cost so little to rent, you know
How've you been keeping? Well, I don't really want to know
Pull up a tea chest by the radio, radio
Not much on that, I'm sorry, the battery's flat
On pay day, I'll buy one and tune into heaven
Angel, where did the magic go?
Angel, where's the guy I used to know?
Angel, rock and roll's all in the past for him
Run to him
You must be going now, my god, she is calling me
I'll empty the rubbish, put the cat out, and make the tea
I love her a lot, I just don't want her to be seen with me
The final demand, I'm putting the ring on her hand
They say "Kiss the bride" and I'll wish I'm in heaven
Angel, where did the magic go?
Angel, where's the guy I used to know?
Angel, rock and roll's all in the past for him
Run to him
Come into my flat, mind the door, I've just painted it
Don't sit on the sofa, it hasn't been delivered yet
The hem on the curtain that's not done, the old lady made them
We call it home, far from it, we're not going to roam
We've waited so long just to own our own heaven
We got our own kind of heaven
We shall tune into heaven
Whoa
Whoa