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After all the jacks are in their boxes |
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And the clowns have all gone to bed |
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You can hear happiness staggering on down the street |
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Footsteps dressed in red |
| [00:38.380] |
And the wind whispers mary |
| [00:48.420] |
A broom is drearily sweeping |
| [00:53.480] |
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life |
| [01:00.600] |
Somewhere a queen is weeping |
| [01:05.410] |
Somewhere a king has no wife |
| [01:11.590] |
And the wind, it cries mary |
| [01:53.870] |
The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow |
| [01:58.910] |
And shine their emptiness down on my bed |
| [02:04.870] |
The tiny island sags down stream |
| [02:11.0] |
cause the life that lived is, |
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Is dead |
| [02:16.850] |
And the wind screams mary |
| [02:25.910] |
Uh-will the wind ever remember |
| [02:32.299] |
The names it has blow in the past? |
| [02:38.109] |
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom |
| [02:43.600] |
It whispers no, this will be the last |
| [02:50.269] |
And the wind cries mary |
