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Anna BeginsMy friend assures me,"It's all or nothing." I am not worried, I am not overly concerned My friend implored me, "For one time only Make an exception." I am not worried Wrap her up in a package of lies Send her off to a coconut island I am not worried I am not overly concerned With the status of my emotions "Oh", she says, "you're changing." We're always changing It does not bother me to say this isn't love Because if you don't want to talk about it Then it isn't love And I guess I'm gonna have to live without But I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray Or something in between And I can always change my name If that's what you mean My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned You try to tell yourself the things You try to tell yourself to make yourself forget To make yourself forget I am not worried "If it's love," she said, "Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences" But she can't stop shaking And I can't stop touching her And this time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away And Anna begins to change her mind "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering For days," she says. And I'm not ready for this sort of thing But I'm not gonna break And I'm not gonna worry about it anymore I'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore No, no, no, no, no It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy So maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net And pin her down on a photograph album I am not worried 'Cause I've done this sort of thing before But then I start to think about the consequences But I don't get no sleep in a quiet room And this time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away And Anna begins to change my mind Every time she sneezes I believe it's love And, oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing She's talking in her sleep It's keeping me awake And Anna begins to toss and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand And, oh, Lord, I m not ready for this sort of thing Her kindness bangs a gong It's moving me along And Anna begins to fade away It's chasing me away. She disappears, And, oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing |