Anna Begins – Counting Crows Testo della canzone

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Anna Begins – Counting Crows

My friend assures me,
"It's all or nothing."
I am not worried,
I am not overly concerned

My friend implored 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."
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 gonna have to live without
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
Or 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
To make yourself forget
I am not worried

"If it's love," she said,
"Then we're gonna have to think about the consequences"
But she can't stop shaking
And 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 gonna break
And I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
I'm not gonna bend.
And I'm not gonna break and
I'm not gonna worry about it anymore
No, no, no, no, no

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
And pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
'Cause I've done this sort of thing before

But then I start to think about the consequences
But I don't get no sleep in a quiet room

And this time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away
And Anna begins to change my mind
Every time 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

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