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My friend assures me "it's all or nothing" |
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I am not worried- I am not overly concerned |
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My friend implores me " for one time only, |
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make an exception." I am not not worried |
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Wrap her up in a package of lies |
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Send her off to a coconut island |
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I am not worried - I am not overly concerned |
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with the status of my emotions |
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"oh", She says, "you're changing." |
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But were always changing |
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It does not bother me to say this isn't love |
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Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love |
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and I guess I'm going to have to live that |
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but, I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray |
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or something in between |
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and I can always change my name if that's what you mean |
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My friend assures me "it's all or nothing` |
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But I am not really worried |
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I am not overly concerned |
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You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make |
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yourself forget |
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to make your self forget |
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I am not worried |
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"If it's love" she said, "then were gonna have to think about the |
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consequences" |
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She can't stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and..... |
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This time when kindness falls like rain |
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It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind |
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"these seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering |
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for days" she says. |
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And I'm not ready for this sort of thing |
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But I'm not gonna break |
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And I'm not going to worry about it anymore |
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I'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and |
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I'm not gonna worry about it anymore |
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It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..." |
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But it's not all that easy so maybe I should just |
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snap her up in a butterfly net- |
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Pin her down on a photograph album |
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I am not worried |
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I've done this sort of thing before |
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But then I start to think about the consequences |
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Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and... |
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The time when kindness falls like rain |
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It washes me away and Anna begins change my mind |
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And every time she sneezes I believe it's love |
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and oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thing |
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She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake |
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And Anna begins to toss and turn |
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And every word is nonsense but I understand and and |
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oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing |
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Her kindness bangs a gong |
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It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away |
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It s chasing me away. |
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She dissappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing |
