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mary comes in a bows |
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and all her lipstick pearls and clothes |
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come falling down |
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come falling at her feet |
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got a knife and a spoon |
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and a rose on my suit |
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mother-son |
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dark as crows |
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here above |
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i keep two feet on my floor |
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she's like a dove |
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there's a law she keeps |
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come falling down |
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steal her things |
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come falling down |
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all her rings |
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come falling down |
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all that she was sold |
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second hand handed you |
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with a heart to fill my shoes |
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and mother-son |
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dark as crows |
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she comes knocking down |
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sad mother-son |
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on a cross |
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in her sleep |
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on her sheets |
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with a lie |
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that she keeps |
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in here, nothing breathes |
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a penny sent |
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for your thought |
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she comes knocking down my door |
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sad mother-son |
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mother-son |
