a cloud hangs over this city by the sea
i watch the ships pass and wonder if she he 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, a proof of the prize!
anna molly, anna molly, anna molly anamoly, anamoly, anamoly
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