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I made you listen to Sunday morningYou spit it out across the parquet flooring, let it rainLet it rainLet it rain till it's pouringTill the sunshine's brownI'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt pastBut you know my hands are tied, ha, ha, they're steadfastThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellYou strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belleThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellYou think you're weary but you're never trendingHashtag my lust sold to your cliched ending, it's all the sameAll the sameAll the same that you're sendingCan't put a dead dog downAs long as sucking on the smoke-hurt pastNow my hands are untied at lastThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellYou strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belleLetras de cancionesThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellI'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt pastBut you know my hands are tied, they're steadfastThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellYou strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belleThe strangle of Anna's got me unwellC'est la vie ma belleC'est la vie ma belleC'est la vie ma belleC'est la vie ma belle From Letras Mania