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(ronnie lane, ron wood, rod stewart) |
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Sweet lady mary has to rest her poor head |
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Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed |
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I tried to help her but i did not know how |
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I tried to love her but it's all over now |
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Nothing left to comfort me |
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Except a sunny day |
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Steal away |
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Steal away |
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Over the stones along the dusty old road |
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With every footstep one more tale is told |
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With every turning one more side to see |
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Sweet lady mary's seen the last of me |
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A lesson is learnt |
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I'll never come this way again |
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I'll steal away |
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Steal away |
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Her spanish habits are so hard to forget |
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The lady lied with every breath, i accept |
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Was a matter of time before my face did not fit |
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I knew all along i'd have to quit. |
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Anyway now, i better not |
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Waste anymore of your time |
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I'll steal away |
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Steal away |
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I think i'll go back home and start all again |
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Where the gulf stream waters tend to ease the pain |
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And on a new day when i've mended the wound |
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Sweet lady mary's gate i swear i'll be bound |
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But before i sit down again |
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And waste anymore of your time |
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I better steal away |
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Steal away |
