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What Makes Annabel Sad

See her standing in the yard, phone tight in her hand
Flowers banished from the soil, fence high round her land

Tell me how did that pretty face turn bland bland bland?
Tell me what, what makes Annabel sad sad sad?
Tell me what, what makes Annabel sad?

But she never race to share, the sand beneath her toes
Wheeling freely with gulls, no one really knows

Tell me how did that pretty face turn bland bland bland?
Tell me what, what makes Annabel sad sad sad?
Tell me what, what makes Annabel sad?

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