I¡¯m sure to find true love under angel wings
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assured and locked so tight
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I know she¡¯s whispering
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Alone and savoring
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life alone tonight
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she¡¯s coming out to greet
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a world so won't of light.
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Her first time exposed to
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the games and bitter ends
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Her last time to feel clean
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and in broken english, she says,
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¡°I lost everything to one boy who said he was mine,
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said he¡¯d hold me forever.¡±
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She¡¯s sitting on my floor and pulling out her hair to ease
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that she¡¯s not sleeping again.
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This cotton down it feels so much more like home
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the memories creep in
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she closes both her eyes
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She¡¯s walking out into
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the night for the first time,
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completely unprepared for the thousandth time.
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¡°I lost everything to one boy who said he was mine,
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said he¡¯d hold me forever.¡±
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She¡¯s sitting on my floor and pulling out her hair to ease
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that she¡¯s not sleeping again.
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The first time that I saw those eyes
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was the first time that I came undone,
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oh Mary look what you¡¯ve done to me.
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oh Mary look what you've done
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The first time that I saw those eyes
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was the first time that I came undone,
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oh Mary look what you¡¯ve done to me.
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oh Mary look what you've done!
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She says,
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¡°I lost everything to one boy who said he was mine,
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said he¡¯d hold me forever.¡±
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She¡¯s sitting on my floor and pulling out her hair to ease
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that she¡¯s not sleeping again.
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I can¡¯t forget this night
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another left, another right.
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How did I ever get away,
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the door was locked
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the key unmade.
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Out for the last time life ends here,
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there is no next time
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gas is full;
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a vehicle that ends all fear
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The Mary Getaway
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| The Working Title |
