Counting Crows - Anna Begins Chords

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My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."

I am not worried, I am not overly concerned

My friend implores 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."

But we're always changing. It does not bother me to say

this isn't love

cause if you don't want to talk about it then... it isn't love

And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that

But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey

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."

She can't stop shaking 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 am not ready for this sort of thing "

But I'm not going to break

And I'm not going to worry about it anymore

I'm not going to bend and I'm not going to break

And I'm not going to worry about it anymore

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

Pin her down on a photograph album

I am not worried; I've done this sort of thing before

But then I start to think about the consequences

cause 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

And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and

Oh Lord, I am 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 am 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 am not ready for this sort of thing