| Oh, Anne-Marie, with your chain
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| Come to me, make me sane
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| Feed the dog, walk a mile
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| Speak it simple, make me smile
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| Tell me a thought, tell me beautiful things
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| Like how the river bends in a wild wood creek
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| Am I making history?
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| Am I working out?
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| Only what the moon does to the devout
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| And I may be floating through memory
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| We may be the broken wings on a butterfly
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| But didn’t we dream big
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| Once or twice
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| And that’s just fine
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| Oh, Anne-Marie
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| Oh, Anne-Marie, with your chain
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| Come to me, make me sane
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| Feed the dog, walk a mile
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| Speak it simple, make me smile
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| Tell me a thought, tell me beautiful things
|
| Like how the river bends in a wild wood creek
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| And I may be floating through memories
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| We may be the broken wings on a butterfly
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| But didn’t we dream big
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| Once or twice
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| Threw a ribbon at the night
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| Broke a candle, bathed in light
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| While all around us
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| Real life flashed at the window
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| Oh, oh
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| You didn’t
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| You didn’t have to tell me
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| I knew it always
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| You didn’t
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| You didn’t have to tell me
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| I knew it always
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| Oh, Anne-Marie, with your chain
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| Come to me, make me sane
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| Feed the dog, walk a mile
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| Most things now make me smile
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| Am I making history?
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| Am I working out?
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| Only what the moon does to the devout |