Annie
I'm back now where I started.
Lonely and broken hearted.
How could you have meant a word you said to me?
Sorry I couldn't be that guy you wanted so helpless.
I'm confident, you'd say conceited.
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Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Oh, Annie, tell me something about his sensitivity
You know it all too well
Who was there when you needed someone?
Cause I was there when you had no one.
Is this how you show all of your thanks to me?
We used to sing on Sundays.
My family came to your play.
I brought you flowers and Judy Garland tapes.
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The pink pick is breaking.
The one you gave me.
And now it's broken too.
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