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Anna Begins
Words by: Adam Duritz
Music by: Dave Bryson, Marty Jones, Toby Hawkins, Lydia Holly & Adam Duritz


My friend assures me, "It�s all or nothing."
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you�re changing."
But we�re always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn�t love
Because if you don�t want to talk about it then it isn�t love
And I guess I�m going to have to live with that
But I�m sure there�s something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that�s what you mean

My friend assures me, "It�s all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried 
"If it�s love," she said, "then we�re going to have to think about the consequences."
She can�t stop shaking I can�t stop touching her and...

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I�m shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I�m not ready for this sort of thing

But I�m not going to break and I�m not going to worry about it anymore
I�m not going to bend, and I�m not going to break and I�m not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it�s not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I�ve done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don�t get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain 
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it�s love and
Oh lord, I�m 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 and
Oh lord, I�m not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It�s moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It�s chasing me away She disappears and
Oh lord, I�m not ready for this sort of thing