| I saw Mary
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| And he led her with a gun standing there
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| I saw Mary
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| With her golden fingers in his hair
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| She’s standing under a street light
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| She doesn’t know what she’s done
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| I saw Mary
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| And she was his dream for a day
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| I saw Mary
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| And she never knew she could run this way
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| Now she’s waiting under a street light
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| The waiting has only begun
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| What does she think when she’s walking home?
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| The children have got to be fed
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| What will she do if it follows her home?
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| Her other soul is dead
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| Does she remember when she’s walking home
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| With whirring birds overhead
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| Does she run? |
| When will she scream?
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| What will she do if a gun…
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| And the bullet’s in her head
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| Walk tall
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| Walk strong
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| The trip will go on and on
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| Life’s gone
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| Love’s gone
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| The watchman knows right along
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| Walk tall
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| Walk strong
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| The trip will go on and on
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| Life’s gone
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| Love’s gone
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| Mary knows what is wrong
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| I saw Mary
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| Crumpled under the pier
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| I saw faces
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| Black and blue for a year
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| Now she’s standing under a street light
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| And she doesn’t know what she’s done
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| What does she think when she’s walking home? |
| The children have got to be fed
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| What will she do if it follows her home?
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| Her other soul is dead. |
| dead. |
| dead. |
| dead
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| Does she remember when she’s walking home
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| With whirring birds overhead
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| Will she run? |
| Will she bleed?
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| What will she do with the gun?
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| And the bullet’s in her head |