Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
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Someone calls on me
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And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
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And curse those faults in me
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And then along comes Mary
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And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
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And give me pick of memories
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Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
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No one ever sees
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When we met I was sure out to lunch
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Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
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When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
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Whose sickness is the games they play
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And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
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As who is most to blame today
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And then along comes Mary
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And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
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From where she got her name
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And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
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Will make them not the same
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When we met I was sure out to lunch
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Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
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And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
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And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
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The psychodramas and the traumas gone
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The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
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And then along comes Mary
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And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
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She left the night before
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Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
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Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
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When we met I was sure out to lunch
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Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
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Along Comes Mary
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