| Oh Mary Jane
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| She step on a train
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| Head for the city lights
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| Yearning inside
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| To swim with the tide
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| And taste it, alright
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| Bag on her shoulder
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| Breathing the cold
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| There by the metal tracks
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| She saw it all shine
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| And swore in her mind
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| She’d never go back
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| And she don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| Na na Couldn’t have dreamed
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| The things that she seen
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| There on the avenue
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| She stared right into a million eyes
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| That looked her right through
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| Telling Red Joe
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| The places she’d go And wiping the table clean
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| She got no idea
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| The demon of fear
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| Or what a broken heart mean
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| And she don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| Na na na na na not at all
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| Na na na na na not at all
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| Na na na na na not at all
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| Na na New York was dark
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| Dirty and stark
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| Burning with yellow wings
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| Everyday come
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| With fever and hum
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| Who knows what it brings
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| Walking a wall
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| Without a thought
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| To fall and hit the ground
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| Sweet Mary Jane
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| With eyes like the rain
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| Alive to the sound
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| And she don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| And she don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night radio
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| She don’t mind the late night
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| Late night radio
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| Na na na na |