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Every time I think that |
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I'm the only one who's lonely |
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Someone calls on me |
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And every now and then |
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I spend my time at rhyme and verse |
| [00:21.90] |
And curse those faults in me |
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And then along comes Mary |
| [00:28.29] |
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick |
| [00:33.90] |
And give me pick of memories |
| [00:37.38] |
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations |
| [00:40.68] |
No one ever sees |
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When we met I was sure out to lunch |
| [00:46.29] |
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch |
| [01:02.07] |
When vague desire is the fire |
| [01:03.90] |
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness |
| [01:05.43] |
Is the games they play |
| [01:08.25] |
And when the masquerade is played |
| [01:09.90] |
The neighbor folks make jokes |
| [01:11.07] |
At who is most to blame today |
| [01:14.43] |
And then along comes Mary |
| [01:20.37] |
And does she want to set them free and |
| [01:22.44] |
Let them see reality |
| [01:23.76] |
From where she got her name |
| [01:26.91] |
And will they struggle much |
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when told that such a tender touch of hers |
| [01:30.03] |
Will make them not the same |
| [01:33.21] |
When we met I was sure out to lunch |
| [01:35.85] |
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch |
| [01:51.60] |
And when the morning of the warning's passed |
| [01:53.67] |
The gassed and flaccid kids |
| [01:54.78] |
Are flung across the stars |
| [01:57.78] |
The psychodramas and the traumas gone |
| [01:59.85] |
The songs have all been sung |
| [02:01.02] |
And hung upon the scars |
| [02:03.96] |
And then along comes Mary |
| [02:09.93] |
And does she want to see the stains, |
| [02:11.85] |
The dead remains of all the pain |
| [02:13.32] |
She left the night before |
| [02:16.11] |
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies |
| [02:18.09] |
And make them realize |
| [02:19.20] |
Their urgent cry for sight no more |
| [02:22.77] |
When we met I was sure out to lunch |
| [02:43.98] |
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch |
| [02:51.78] |
Sweet as the punch |
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Sweet as the punch |
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Sweet as the punch |
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Sweet as the punch |
