| There’s a small town lying by the river
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| Have way to nowhere
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| Where the trains just stop to take on water
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| But my girl, she lives there.
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| She don’t have jewels, she ain’t got money
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| But she makes my whole world sunny
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| Where’s no make up on her face
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| But where she is, well, that’s my place
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| And I’m going home to my girl.
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| Chorus
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| Wait for me Mary-Anne
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| Please, stay free Mary-Anne
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| I’m coming home, girl, just as soon as I can
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| (My my my Mary-Anne)
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| Wait for me Mary-Anne
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| You will see Mary-Anne
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| That I was born to be your true lovin' man
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| (My my my Mary-Anne)
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| Instrumental
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| In the city life gets often lonely
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| For a bore making gird
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| And it’s hard to keep your sense of values
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| And to do things you should
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| Girls come easy, try to make you
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| Just as soon they’ll try to break you
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| When the city dulls my eyes
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| Then I’ll remember summer skies
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| And dream of the grace I belong
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| Chorus x 2 (Fade in the 2nd) |