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The Wind Cries Mary *
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Jimmy Hendrix
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After all the jacks are in their boxes
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and the clowns have all gone to bed
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You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
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footsteps dressed in red
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And the wind whispers Mary
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A broom is drearily sweeping
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up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
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Somewhere a queen is weeping
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Somewhere a king has no wife
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And the wind, it cries Mary
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The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
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and shine their emptiness down on my bed
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The tiny island sags down stream
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'cause the life that lived is, is dead
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And the wind screams Mary
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Uh will the wind ever remember
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the names it has blow in the past?
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And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
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it whispers no, this will be the last
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And the wind cries
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* Bonus track in Japan
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The Wind Cries Mary
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Richie Sambora |