Mary

Burn up with the water
 The floods are on the plains
 The planets in a rose
 Who knows what they contain?
 And my brain is like an orchestra
 Playin' on insane
 Will you love me
 Like you loved me in the January rain?
 Mom and Dad, and violins
 Sung the country silence
 The needle stopped the kicking
 The clothes spins on the floor
 And my heart is playing hide and seek
 Waiting, count to four
 Will you love me like you loved me
 And I'll never ask for more?
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 What did you tell me, Mary
 When you were there, so sweet and very?
 Full of field and stars, you carried all of time
 Goin' heaven's when you looked at me
 Your eyes were like machinery
 Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind
 Monastery monochrome
 Boom balloon machine and all
 Diamond rings and gutter bones
 Marching up some mountain
 With our aching planet, high and smiling
 Cheap drink, dark and violet
 Full of butterflies, the violent tenderness
 The sweetest silence
 The clay you find is fortified
 We felt some focus, fade the line
 The sugar rush, the constant hush
 The pushing of the water gush
 The marching band when April ran
 The June bugs flying, push your gin Jacob
 With the tired wiry brandy look
 Here you go around, Mary, in your famous storybook
 We overcome the sirens
 We look both left and right
 And I can feel the numbness
 Accompany my plight
 And I know, someday soon I'll see you
 But now you're out of sight
 And you'll kiss me
 Like you used to in the January night
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 What did you tell me, Mary
 When you were there, so sweet and very?
 Full of field and stars, you carried all of time
 Goin' heaven's when you looked at me
 Your eyes were like machinery
 Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind
 Monastery monochrome
 Boom balloon machine and all
 Diamond rings and gutter bones
 Marching up some mountain
 With our aching planet, high and smiling
 Cheap drink, dark and violet
 Full of butterflies, the violent tenderness
 The sweetest silence
 The clay you find is fortified
 We felt some focus, fade the line
 The sugar rush, the constant hush
 The pushing of the water gush
 The marching band when April ran
 The June bugs flying, push your gin Jacob
 With the tired wiry brandy look
 Here you go around, Mary, in your famous storybook