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