| Sing me a song it rides like a fast train
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| Back to where I belong
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| Some ancient memory
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| Floating on great expectations
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| I’ve been carried on the backs
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| Of my mother and my father
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| God knows they really loved each other
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| Floating on grand illusion
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| Was it Mary, Mother, Grace?
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| She’s got a way of putting us in our place
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| And I’d marry you dear
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| If I only knew me better
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| My mind is seeing strange tides
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| Can’t predict the weather
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| I’m just betting on
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| Some coming transformation
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| Could it be here
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| Oh out in California
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| Where no one ever dies
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| Or admits to growing older
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| Are we all bent on
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| Shaking our fists at the gods
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| Oh but Mary, Mother, Grace
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| She’s got a way of putting us in our place
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| Who’s gonna
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| Put me back in my place
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| Put me back in my place
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| I’ve indulged my self in sentimental loneliness
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| I’ve convinced myself my isolation’s holy
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| I’ve wasted some time
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| I was never yours, never mine
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| Oh keep your heart hard
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| Keep you head stubborn
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| You’ll never learn a damn thing
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| From mimicking the others
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| Let it in fall in line
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| Let it be alright
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| Mary, Mother, Grace
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| Come find a way to put my back in my place
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| Who’s gonna
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| Put me back in my place
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| Put me back in my place
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| Who’s gonna
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| Put me back in my place
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| Put me back in my place |