The Strangle of Anna

I made you listen to Sunday morning
 You spit it out across the parquet flooring, let it rain
 Let it rain
 Let it rain till it's pouring
 Till the sunshine's brown
 I'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt past
 But you know my hands are tied, ha, ha, they're steadfast
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
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 You think you're weary but you're never trending
 Hashtag my lust sold to your cliched ending, it's all the same
 All the same
 All the same that you're sending
 Can't put a dead dog down
 As long as sucking on the smoke-hurt past
 Now my hands are untied at last
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
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 I'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt past
 But you know my hands are tied, they're steadfast
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
 The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
 C'est la vie ma belle
 C'est la vie ma belle
 C'est la vie ma belle
 C'est la vie ma belle