| Silly, silly Mrs. Mae; |
| she’s got herself into trouble
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| Ten screws, they’re never coming loose; |
| they’re running up and down the table
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| But she feels good, never upset; |
| she’s always been ill but able
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| She can run whenever she wants and everyone knows she will
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| How she’d never cut her hair;
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| A smooth, silky lightning in the incandescent air
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| She’s a cool, crazy killer, Mrs. Mae
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| What they don’t understand is that she’s almost already dead
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow
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| Let it into the dark!
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| Let it into the dark!
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (I can tell whose fault it’s gonna be)
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| Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see
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| If you keep moving, you’ll get it back
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| And no one’s gonna take you away
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| If you feel good, tell 'em quick
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| And no one’s gonna take you, no one’s gonna take you!
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| Silly, silly Mrs. Mae; |
| she’s got herself into trouble
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| Ten men, emergencies at hand, they’ve run and got the jumper cables
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| But she feels good, never upset; |
| she’s always been ill but able
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| She can run whenever she wants and everyone knows she will
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| How she’d never cut her hair
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| Smooth as silky lightning in the incandescent air
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| She’s a cool, crazy killer, Mrs. Mae
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| What they don’t understand is that
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| She’s got a pair of scissors in her pocket and she’s really gonna cut it so
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| they better run or else they’re gonna get it!
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow back
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| Let it grow back, let it grow
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| Let it into the dark!
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| Let it into the dark!
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (I can tell whose fault it’s gonna be)
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| Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see
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| If you keep moving, you’ll get it back
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| And no one’s gonna take you away
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| If you feel good, tell 'em quick
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| And no one’s gonna take you, no one’s gonna take you!
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| I can tell whose fault it’s gonna be
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| Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see
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| If you keep moving, you’ll get it back
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| And no one’s gonna take you away
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| If you feel good, turn 'em quick
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| And no one’s gonna take you, no one’s gonna take you!
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (I can tell whose fault it’s gonna be)
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (Tinted walls in a shuddered sprawl and a sight too plain to see)
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (If you keep moving, you’ll get it back
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| And no one’s gonna take you away)
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| Let it into the dark!
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| (If you feel good, tell 'em quick
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| And no one’s gonna take you, no one’s gonna take you!) |