Mary Queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin'
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The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming
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Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
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No, you're not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising.
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Well I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade
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I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state
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Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
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You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing
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The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border
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And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order
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But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin'
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It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin'
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Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin'
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You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin'
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But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose
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I don't understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose.
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But I know a place where we can go Mary
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Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean
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I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen.
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Mary Queen Of Arkansas
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Bruce Springsteen |