Our Lady Peace - Annie Lyrics
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Annie
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What Are The Lyrics For Annie By Our Lady Peace?
You're a little bit shy
A little too quiet You're the mixed up girl That everybody leaves behind A little bit weird A little too bright But you just might be That little bomb at their side They'll pull your hair They'll leave you wide-eyed But did anybody wonder What Annie might have in mind Oh, no There's something in the way she explains to me "Please be careful, I exist in someone else's head" Oh, no Something in the way that she makes believe Please be careful Annie dreams that everyone is dead You're a little bit dry A little uptight You're the messed up girl That everybody tries to hide You've had enough They're too unkind But did anyone consider What Annie might have in mind Oh, no Something in the way she explains to me "Please be careful, I exist in someone else's head" Oh, no Something in the way that she makes believe Please be careful Annie dreams that everyone is dead Something in the way she explains to me "Please be careful, I exist in someone else's head" Oh, no Something in the way that she makes believe Please be careful Annie dreams that everyone is dead Something in the way she explains to me "Please be careful, I exist in someone else's head" Oh, no Something in the way that she makes believe Please be careful Annie dreams that everyone is dead Everyone is dead Everyone is dead Everyone is dead Everyone is dead Everyone is dead |
Who Wrote Annie By Our Lady Peace?
Arnold Lanni, Duncan Coutts, Jeremy Taggart, Michael Maida, Michael Turner
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What's The Duration Of The Annie By Our Lady Peace?The duration of Annie is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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