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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 I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
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"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
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But we're 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 with that
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But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
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Something 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 I am not overly concerned
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You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
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To make yourself forget I am not worried
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"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
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She can't stop shaking 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 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 going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
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I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to 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
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Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
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I am not worried 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 to change my mind
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And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
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Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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She's talking in her sleep
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It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
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And every word is nonsense but I understand 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 She disappears and
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Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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anna begins
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