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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 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 |
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I am not overly concerned |
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With the status of my emotions |
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Oh, she says, "Your changing" |
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But we're always changing |
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It does not bother me to say |
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This isn't love |
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'Cause if you don't wanna to talk about it |
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Then it isn't love |
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And I guess, I'm gonna have to live without |
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But I'm sure there's somethin' in a shade of gray |
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Or somethin' in between |
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And I can always change my name |
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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 |
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To make yourself forget, to make your self forget |
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I am not worried |
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"If it's love" She said |
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Then we've gonna have to think about the consequences |
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'Cause she can't stop shakin' |
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And I can't stop touchin' her |
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And this time when kindness falls like rain |
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It washes her away |
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And Anna begins to change her mind |
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"These seconds when I'm shakin' |
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Leave me shudderin' 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 gonna worry about it anymore |
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I'm not gonna bend and I'm not gonna break |
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Gonna worry about it anymore |
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No, no, no, no, no |
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It seems like I should say |
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"As long as this is love" |
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But it's not all that easy so maybe I should |
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Snap her up in a butterfly net |
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And pin her down on a photograph album |
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I am not worried |
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'Cause you've done this sort of thing before |
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But then I start to think about the consequences |
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'Cause I don't get no sleep in a quiet room |
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And this time when kindness falls like rain |
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It washes me away |
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And Anna begins to change my mind |
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Every time she sneezes |
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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 talkin' in her sleep |
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It's keepin' me awake |
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And Anna begins to toss and turn |
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And every word is nonsense |
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But I understand |
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And 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 movin' me along |
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And Anna begins to fade away |
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It's chasin' me away |
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She disappears |
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And oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing |