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It sure was scary |
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When I met |
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Mary I didn't understand myself |
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I was a fool when we were in school |
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And she understood me better |
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I guess I had passion |
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It startled her fashion |
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She thought it a small price to pay |
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For fiery nights under northern lites |
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Helps the snow slowly melt away |
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Herbert's a loser |
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His father's a boozer |
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He didn't like himself |
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He lost his cool and he drowned in a pool |
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After writing a classic love letter |
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I guess too much passion |
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Had startled his fashion |
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It started and ended that day |
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He wrote the letter there wasn't one better |
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One reading turned millions his way |
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Now there's |
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Mary It isn't so scary |
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Now that I like myself |
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I'm no fool and we're not in school |
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The water can't get any wetter |
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Now I'm in fashion |
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I'll warm up her passion |
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She'll think it a small price to pay |
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For fiery nights under northern lites |
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Helps the snow slowly melt away |
