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Autor:   •  July 12, 2011  •  Essay  •  731 Words (3 Pages)  •  621 Views

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Anna Molly

A cloud hangs over this city by the sea

i watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be

out there and sober as well from loneliness.

please do persist, girl its time we met and made a mess.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes.

A fire in the attic, proof of the prize!

Anna-Molly Anna-Molly Anna-Molly

A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness.

A thousand ships couldnt sail me back from distress.

Wish you were here im a wounded satelite.

I need you now, put me back together, make me right.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes.

A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!

Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly.

I'm Calling Your Name up Into The Air.

Not one of the others could ever compare!

Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly!

Wait...there is a light...there is a fire

illuminated attic.

Fate? or something better? i could care less,

just stay with me a while.

Wait...there is a light...there is a fire

defragmenting the attic.

Fate? or something better? i could care less,

Just stay with me a while.

(then the doo doo doo part)

I picture your face at the back of my eyes

A fire in the attic a proof of the prize

Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly

I'm calling your name up into the air,

not one of the others could ever compare!

Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly

Courage and Control

The boulevard is bustlin'

A vast and wrinkled muslin

is pulled over my eyes and

I know I don't belong

There is a noise inside of me

That bustles asymmetrically

Oh how have I to balance

those sounds into a song?

It's time to let your hair down

and give yourself permission

It takes courage and control

But you start by letting go, oh

The city's an analogy

for things building inside of me

There's chaos in this discord,

but still we move along

The chaos sings of symmetry

and all her words are poetry

That's the kind of city

which i want to belong

It's time to let your hair down

and give yourself permission

It takes courage and control

But you start by letting go, oh

Oh, i think, i feel, i see

Oh, that this place is not me

I want to belong

but be wild and free

Oh, he who asks

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