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I was out of money
she was out of ideas
And she couldn't belive
I count my kicks
from stupid ideals
that she couldn't retirve
And I was Mary's boy at the time
And god she could really whine
But I was nobody's child in my mind
Just observing the signs
She had a house
on the wrong side of town
Where I was never allowed
Her daddy had a store
and he was always a clown
Cause he was never around
And I was Mary's boy
I could cry
Cause she wanted to die
And though she said
all my values were lies
I was expected to rise
and lift her up to her skies
I was 17 and counted on more
I was hungry and bored
and though my fingers
where clean as before
I was heading for war
And I was Mary's toy at all times
Just repeating the lines
And when I learned all
my valus were crimes
I'd let the wind take me high
and aimlessly to the sky
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and aimlessly to the sky
I'd let the wind take me high
my valus were crimes
And when I learned all
Just repeating the lines
And I was Mary's toy at all times
I was heading for war
where clean as before
and though my fingers
I was hungry and bored
I was 17 and counted on more
and lift her up to her skies
I was expected to rise
all my values were lies
And though she said
Cause she wanted to die
I could cry
And I was Mary's boy
Cause he was never around
and he was always a clown
Her daddy had a store
Where I was never allowed
on the wrong side of town
She had a house
Just observing the signs
But I was nobody's child in my mind
And god she could really whine
And I was Mary's boy at the time
that she couldn't retirve
from stupid ideals
I count my kicks
And she couldn't belive
she was out of ideas
I was out of money
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