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Anita can't you see |
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that we are meant to be |
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and nothing's ever perfect |
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in this life |
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And we all feel as though adrift |
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Sure could use a lift |
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Why should it be any different just for you? |
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Anita, I need ya |
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No one will ever love you more |
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I need ya, Anita |
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Let's turn the after back into before |
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Did I do more than dull your shine |
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And fill your mouth with sour wine? |
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Well a hungry love needs a way to consume |
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But then I saw your eyes begin to see |
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Over my should and past the trees |
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To someplace where I know I don't belong |
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Anita, I need ya |
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No one will ever love you more |
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I need ya, Anita |
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Let's turn the after back into before |
