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I sold my ships away for a dime that I can't save.Now this love I've made isn't real. Shelter me, dearest lord, from this habit I can't break.I've turned my back on you.Now this road back home has froze.Are you well, are you well my Annabelle, Annabelle?Are you well, are you well my Annabelle, Annabelle?Cuz I wish you well!I traveled with a long suitcase and a busted picture frame that shows the piano we played in the dark.Then he sold you away to the darkest of the stage, put tight shackles around your heart.Now I swear, Love, I never left... From Letras Mania