| My sister Mary Lee is drunk again
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| She’s bargin' in my room and bawlin' on my bed
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| With eyes just like cups she pours just enough for the two of us
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| Until it’s me and Mary Lee
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| Just cursin' at our luck
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| Even though I don’t care all that much
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| The days keep gettin' shorter
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| It’s been ten months of winter
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| It’s been a rough year on everyone, I know
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| It’s just one thing after another
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| When you truly believe nothing gets better
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| But I wish that you’d just let it all go
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| Mary Lee is in the front yard
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| She’s takin' off with our used car
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| For once I’m not the one bidding goodbyes
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| Her steerin' wheel’s an ashtray
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| Her cassette deck plays my demo tapes
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| And she lends us all a cheap farewell
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| But I know that she means well
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| You finally got away
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| A cure will come in another place
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| At least that’s what you told me
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| But your head goes along with you
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| And with everything that you do
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| And if you hate it now, you’ll hate it again
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| Mary Lee, don’t you see that it’s all in your head?
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| All in your head
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| Come back home
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| Come back home
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| Come back home
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| Come back home
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| Come back home
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| Come back home |