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Musical: Annie
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[ANNIE] Maybe far away Or maybe real nearby He may be pouring her coffee She may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house All hidden by a hill She's sitting playing piano, He's sitting paying a bill! Betcha they're young Betcha they're smart Bet they collect things Like ashtrays, and art! Betcha they're good -- (Why shouldn't they be?) Their one mistake Was giving up me! So maybe now it's time, And maybe when I wake They'll be there calling me "Baby"... Maybe. Betcha he reads Betcha she sews Maybe she's made me A closet of clothes! Maybe they're strict As straight as a line... Don't really care As long as they're mine! So maybe now this prayer's The last one of it's kind... Won't you please come get your "Baby" [ANNIE] Maybe [Thanks to Barbara J. Evans, Kristin, Summer for corrections]
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