| Anne |
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| Anne walks alone |
| Past the Domino sugar factory |
| She’s as easy to know |
| As a broken mystery, oh |
| Conversations are slow |
| With yourself in dead parking lots, and |
| Hands not being held |
| Ends up tying other things in knots |
| And she’s lonely |
| Must be lonely |
| You don’t deserve what you’ve got |
| Holy Father of the day-to-day |
| If you keep such careful watch |
| Tell me, why is she wasting away |
| Being lonely? |
| Oh, so lonely |
| Water under the bridge is never comin' back |
| Water under the bridge is never comin' back |
