| Mary cries out, «For the love of God»
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| As she’s walking out the laundromat
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| Down the street and it’s the short way home
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| Feeling special 'cause she’s so alone
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| But we know
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| And it shows
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door
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| Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor
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| Writes a poem and turns the radio on
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| Every singer sings the same old song
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| And it goes
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| «The world’s full of lonely people»
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| And it shows
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| But when she wanted me to go
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| She just had to let it show
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| To bring me down
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| If she wanted me to leave
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| She just wore it on her sleeve
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| But at least I was around
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| But when she wanted me to go
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| She just had to let it show
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| To bring me down
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| If she wanted me to leave
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| She just wore it on her sleeve
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| At least I was around
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| Mary Ellen makes the moment count
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| As she’s looking through old photographs
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| Pictures taken from an early age
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| Faces look back at her from the page
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| And they say
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| It’s okay
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| It’s okay
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| The world’s full of lonely people
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| But when she wanted me to go
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| She just had to let it show
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| To bring me down
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| If she wanted me to leave
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| She just wore it on her sleeve
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| But at least I was around
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| I was around
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| I was around
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| I was around
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| Mary Ellen makes the moment count |