| Late at night, somewhat tight
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| Guardian angels put to flight
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| Freddie’s doused the neon light
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| That promised while it shone
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| Time to go, time to blow
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| They don’t push me cause they know
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| I am still in my long ago
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| When Annie took me home
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| There was I wondering why
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| Annie’d choose to ask me over
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| But she did, sure she did
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| She called me her Irish rover
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| Sat me there in her chair
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| Ran her fingers through my hair
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| Talk of heaven, I’ve been there
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| When Annie took me home
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| Rafters rung, songs were sung
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| Spanish is a loving tongue
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| Ribbons on my life were hung
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| When Annie took me home
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| There was wine, there was time
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| All the while guitars were playing
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| When the day came my way
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| And she told me I’d be staying
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| Love can go, love can grow
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| Did she love me? |
| I donÕt know
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| Though she often told me so
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| I never really know
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| Was I blind? |
| I don’t mind
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| I think life’s been more than kind
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| Thanks to life there was the time
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| When Annie took me home |