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Annie wanders on the land. |
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She loves the freedom of the air. |
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She finds a friend in ev'ry place she goes. |
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There's always a face she knows. |
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I wish that I was there. |
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She says, |
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I'm leaving here tomorrow |
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To find a new town far away. |
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She says, |
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Won't you come too? You need a break. |
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You love to wake up somewhere new |
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And find another day. |
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But I live in the city |
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And imagine country scenes. |
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For among the rich, |
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Within four walls and out of reach, |
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I live behind the screen. |
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She smiles as one who loves to smile, |
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To show that she is free. |
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But is she thinking now it's time |
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To wander back again, |
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To see her friends and me? |
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We all live in the city |
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And imagine country scenes, |
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For among the rich, |
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Within four walls and out of reach, |
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We live behind a screen. |
