| Whenever I look out the window, I see her leave
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| Whenever I sleep on the pillow, I hear her breathe
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| Whenever I look back, I can’t believe
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| What a stupid, drunk boy I was to let Mary leave
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| Trade blows with the foes, too young to grow
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| This skin just doesn’t fit me
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| Too many souls have lost their hold
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| On reality wearing these
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| So I took a pinch of my Ma, pinch of my Pa
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| And measured my own body
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| And now I got a suit of class made to last
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| Off a man off New Bond Street
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| La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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| We’re thick as thieves, hearts on sleeves
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| Searching for memories
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| Blowing off steam, just seventeen
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| Forgetting where we’ve been
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| So I took a tip from my Ma, tip from my Pa
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| And walked around my dreams
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| Found me in a car, driving far
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| Away from the places that I’ve seen
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| Whenever I look out the window, I see her leave
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| Whenever I sleep on the pillow, I hear her breathe
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| Whenever I look back, I can’t believe
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| What a stupid, drunk boy I was to let Mary leave
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| Mary Lee, Mary Lee
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| Mary Lee, Mary Lee |