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[ti:The Wind Cries Mary] |
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[ar:Jimi 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 |
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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 mary |