| What’s gone wrong with Mary?
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| I hear them say
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| Mary’s not the Mary of yesterday
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| She’s gone to changin' her hair
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| And she laughs and she cries
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| And her life seems to be
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| Such a worried and jumbled affair
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| Well, I have talked to Mary
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| I’ve searched her eyes
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| And if you ask of Mary
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| I’ll tell you why
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| It’s Mary’s time to run
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| Through the mad, through the sane,
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| Through the joy and the pain
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| 'Til she finds her place in the sun
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| For young birds fly in early spring
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| They learn new songs to sing
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| And each song they know
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| Can help them to grow
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| Mary questions everything
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| She’s ever known before
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| And want her as we may
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| She just won’t listen anymore
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| But let her find a way
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| And soon’ll come a glorious day
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| When everything’s been sorted through
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| The streets will be reported
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| How the people congregate
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| To feel the love within her heart
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| And to listen to the music in her mind
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| Young birds fly in early spring
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| They learn new songs to sing
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| Young birds fly in early spring
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Young birds fly in early spring
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| They learn new songs to sing
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| Young birds fly in early spring
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| (Young birds fly in early spring
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Young birds fly in early spring)
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| Young birds go on and fly away
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| Fly
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| Go on and fly
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| Fly away |