| Annalee woke up every morning at the crack of dawn
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| To the screamin inside her head
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| And it was always worse than it really was
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| And she could ruin things for everyone
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| Annalee checked out every mornin soon as she got up
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| Sometimes she changed her clothes
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| But she never looked as good
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| As she thought she did
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| And it never was
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| The way she said it was at all
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| Don’t you know you gotta tune her out
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| Or she’ll wind up under your skin
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| She does it again and again
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| Oh Annalee’s you got two good eyes
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| But you just don’t
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| Annalee was already broken when you picked her up
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| Yeah everyone knows you were kind
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| But she was never home
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| When she said she’d be
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| Of course home to her
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| Was just, was just some other word to rhyme
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| Don’t you know you gotta tune her out
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| Or she’ll wind up under your skin
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| She does it again and again
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| Oh Annalee’s you got two good eyes
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| But you just don’t
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| Annalee always played it like she had it figured out
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| And stopped short of singin' along
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| But once you seen her shine
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| You had to blink your eyes
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| How could you believe that you,
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| That you’d seen the hand of god
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| Don’t you know you gotta tune her out
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| Or she’ll wind up under your skin
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| She does it again and again
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| Oh Annalee’s you got two good eyes
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| But you just don’t
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| Hmmmmhmmmhmm |