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Early morning Sun has risen gold and chrome for Anastasia
Wake up slowly out the window someone calls for Anastasia
And I don’t know how to stop it at all
I just don’t know how to stop it at all
And I don’t know how to stop it Anastasia
He wants your heart in his little fictions
But he just hasn’t earned it yet baby
So raise your hands
As he’s explaining how he built this city on cocaine lasers
And he don’t know how to stop it at all
He just don’t know how to stop it at all
And he don’t know how to stop it Anastasia
Morning will turn turn everything back to gold
So kill the lights
For slow slow dancing
Oh as if no one would notice
And sing your songs
Sing them all night baby
If it’s out of key well nobody’s perfect
And you don’t know how to stop it all
You just don’t know how to stop it at all
And you don’t know how to stop it
But morning will turn turn everything back to gold
Oh! You’ll never know you’ll never know know about
How his little heart his little heart was feeling so down
Wake up slowly out the window someone calls for Anastasia
And I don’t know how to stop it at all
I just don’t know how to stop it at all
And I don’t know how to stop it Anastasia
But he just hasn’t earned it yet baby
So raise your hands
As he’s explaining how he built this city on cocaine lasers
And he don’t know how to stop it at all
He just don’t know how to stop it at all
And he don’t know how to stop it Anastasia
For slow slow dancing
Oh as if no one would notice
And sing your songs
Sing them all night baby
If it’s out of key well nobody’s perfect
And you don’t know how to stop it all
You just don’t know how to stop it at all
And you don’t know how to stop it
But morning will turn turn everything back to gold
How his little heart his little heart was feeling so down
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About pain and heartbreak. The choice of the name "Anastasia" (the youngest child of the murdered Romanov's the last generation of Russian Tsars) echoes innocence snuffed out, the helplessness of loss.