| Annabelle, pick up the phone
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| I’m calling from the kitchen
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| We just never seem to listen
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| When we’re sharing the same room
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| I’m not sure anymore what might get your attention
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| Everyday you see me less than you did just the day before
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| Out there in the garden, motionless for hours
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| Yeah, it’s just like there’s a statue dressed in Annabelle’s old clothes
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| And part of me is afraid to wake you from the dreams you’re having
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| Scared the scattered pieces won’t come back together whole
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m calling you from home
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m living here alone
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| Another quiet evening
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| That book that you’ve been reading’s open
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| But I don’t believe I’ve seen you turn a single page
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| Even here right beside you
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| I barely recognize you
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| You’re like a photograph I’m watching fade away
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| I wanna shake you, I’d prefer that you were angry with me
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| You’re like a bird now looking lost without a cage
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| And I don’t know what to call it
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| I’m not sure who could solve this problem of the disappearing girl
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| Oh Anna, stay cause
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m calling you from home
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m living here alone
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| You’re in the bathroom with the flashlight
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| You’re trying to weigh your shadow, yeah
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| You say it’s gotten heavy, hard to drag across the floor
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| Same scene we had last night
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| And I still don’t what happens to you
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| I just stand here useless, sometimes listen through the door
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| The ringing in your ears has gotten worse
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| It’s hard to take
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| You say it sounds like heavy traffic as we’re climbing into bed
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| And I believe I almost hear it
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| I know better than to touch you lately
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| Praying I don’t wake up to the car crash in your head
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m calling you from home
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m living here alone
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| I’m trying to get through
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| Annabelle, come back to me
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| Or take me there with you |