The time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away and anna begins change my mind And every time she sneezes I believe its love And oh lord.... Im not ready for this sort of thing She's talking in her sleep-it's keeping me awake And anna begins to toss and turn And every word is nonsense but I understand it and Oh lord. I'm not ready for this sort of thing Her kindness bangs a gong Its moving me along and anna begins to fade away It's chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord Im not ready for this sort of thing.

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