I don't want to hear about your conquests,
Or your casual affairs,
Each one a great new story,
But who cares.

I want to know about your feelings,
Or the ache in your heart.
The thoughts that make you what you are,
That set you apart.
Cause Maybe I've had them too.

I come to where you're playing often,
And you know why I do'
Cause maybe you will sing about,
What I have felt too.
Of things I've never told a soul,
Because of my pride.
And long time fears that keep it hidden,
Way down inside.
And I'll know what you mean.

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And I'll say,
Go hear Annie the Poet.
She sings of something she's lost.
Mistakes that were made in her childhood.
And the price that they've cost.
Well, I have lost that too.

Chorus 2:
And I'll say,
Go see Annie the Poet.
She sings of something she's found.
I don't see that in my own life,
When I look around.
I want to find that too.
I want to find that too.

The rich man hears the word of truth and doesn't care,
The poor man sees his prospects scattered everywhere.
I'm a poor man, looking to get rich upon your words,
So lift my heavy spirit with the truth you've heard.
And I'll know what you mean.

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