(Robert Plamer ¿ø°î)
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Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty.
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He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely
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Mary counts walls, knows he tires easily
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Johnny thinks the world would be right, if it would buy, truth from him.
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Mary says he changes his mind, more than a woman.
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But she made her bed, even when the chance was slim.
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Johnny says he's willing to learn, when he decides, he's a fool.
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Johnny say's he'll live any where, when he earns time to.
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Mary combs her hair, says she should be use to it.
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Mary always edges her bets, she never knows, what to think.
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She says that he still acts, like he's being discovered.
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Scared that he'll get caught, without a second thought
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Johnny feels he's wasting his breath, trying to talk, sense to her
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Mary says he's lacking a real, sense of proportion
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So she combs her hair, knows he tires easily
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Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty.
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He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely
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Mary counts walls, says she should be use to it.
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Johnny And Mary (Robert Plamer)
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