| Found something crying, it was my soul
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| I fed it milk so it wouldn’t grow old
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| We crossed the borderline at dawn
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| And woke up in a field of corn
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| The farmer told me I was late
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| I better start oiling the gate
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| Said that those who rush will fall
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| But I don’t wanna wait for waves
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| I don’t wanna wait at all
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| Oh, Annie, let’s not wait
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| Let’s cross the river now
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| We could sit for years
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| Staring at our fears
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| Oh, they’re such pretty things
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| They’re so cute
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| But our dreams are all we really need to know
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| Found something dying, it was my light
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| It had resigned itself to night
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| So I threw it out a fishing line
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| Said catch your reel and then catch mine
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| Oh, Annie, let’s not wait
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| Let’s cross the river now
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| We could sit for years
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| Staring at our fears
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| Oh, they’re such pretty things
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| They’re so cute
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| But in the end they’re just a suit
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| Oh, Annie, let’s not wait
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| Time’s not on our side
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| Well it never was
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| We know that deep inside
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| Oh just look at you
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| With your ruffled hair
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| Oh I love you and that’s all you need to know
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| Annie, Annie… |