Mary cries out: "for the love of God"
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As she's walking out of the laundromat
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Down the street and it's the short way home
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Feeling special cause she's so alone
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But we know:
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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And it shows
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door
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Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor
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Writes a poem and turns the radio on
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Every singer sings the same old song
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And it goes:
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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And it shows
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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But when we she wanted me to go
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She just had to let it show
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To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
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She just wore it on her sleeve
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But at least, I was around
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But when we she wanted me to go
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She just had to let it show
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To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
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She just wore it on her sleeve
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At least, I was around
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Mary Ellen makes the moment count
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As she's looking through old photographs
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Pictures taken from an early age
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Faces look back at her from the page
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And they say
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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It's ok
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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It's ok
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(The world's full of lonely people)
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But when we she wanted me to go
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She just had to let it show
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To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
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She just wore it on her sleeve
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But at least, I was around
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I was around
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I was around
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I was around
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Mary Ellen makes the moment count
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Mary Ellen Makes The Moment Count
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A-Ha |