| It’s been a year since I last saw Mary
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| When she said goodbye
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| She casts a spell on my intention
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| Ooh that’s the reason why
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| I’m taking my thoughts from a bottle lately
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| And breaking them up in my mind
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| And all my thoughts, they don’t look pretty
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| Ooh to my surprise
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| It’s so hard to take what you’re given
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| And it’s so hard to give what you’ve got
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| After the love goes here I go
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| There’s no easy road
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| Well the bright lights of Memphis
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| Sounds like a real good time
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| But I lost my heart
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| And the money flowed like cherry wine
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| So I don’t remember the church bells ringing
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| Through the day or the night
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| But I kept my soul on my own
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| Not without a fight
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| It’s so hard to take what you’re given
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| And it’s so hard to give what you’ve got
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| After the love goes here I go
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| There’s no easy road
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| It’s been a while since I last saw Mary
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| Wipe a tearful eye
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| Well I remember I first heard Mary
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| Say her last goodbye
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| Breaking it up in my bottle lately
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| And making it up in my mind
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| And all my problems they don’t look pretty
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| Ooh, that’s the bottom line
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| It’s so hard to take what you’re given
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| And it’s so hard to give what you’ve got
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| After the love goes here I go
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| There’s no easy road |