I am Mary
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I was pretty
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You may remember me from the ninth grade
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The boys would hold me
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And my friends told me
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The world would know me someday
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Ia¢æ¢âve made choices
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Heard some voices
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Fought the battles inside my head
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Lifea¢æ¢âs a fabric
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But when I grabbed it
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All I got was a handful of threads
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Therea¢æ¢âs a stairwell
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I know so well
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a¢æ?Cuz it gets cold out in the street
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A crumpled dollar
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To start a fire
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So that I could warm my feet
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Police stations
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Investigations
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Of a fire burning bright
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They showed me pictures
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Of those children
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And told me I was there that night
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Conversations
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Medications
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All my friends have left me now
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No one could see them
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But now I need them
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To help me figure all this out
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Why do they feed me
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Give me T.V.
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And a blanket for my feet
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But somethinga¢æ¢âs workina¢æ¢â
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a¢æ?Cuz it starts hurtina¢æ¢â
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When it all comes back to me
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I Am Mary
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| Alice Peacock |
