The first time I saw her she was messed up
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All out of breath and running her mouth
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My said she's wanted down criminal girls
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All trouble nothing else
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But me I always saw something different
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And I tried to get close any time I could
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And one day she stopped me in the alley way and jumped me
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And asked me if I would
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And then right away I had wings for the day
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And I looked on that line I was over
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So I sit in the street and freckled Mary on her knees
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Making sure that no one die till we got old
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Sometimes in her car she would tremble
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And speak how hard her young heart aches
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My sisters got dusted, my brothers all got busted
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Good Lord how much can you take
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And her face was a frenzy seat of freckles
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Her eyes as dark as they were blue
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She pulled me in close in a custom continental
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And told me exactly what to do
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And then right away I had wings for the day
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And I looked on that line I was over
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So I sit in the street and freckled Mary on her knees
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Making sure that no one die till we got old
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And we all wanna be part of something bigger
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But now all our friends they're gone
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They were taken in from the rabid and rebellion
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Ended in a paddy wagon with freckled Mary yelling firebomb
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And then right away I had wings for the day
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And I looked on that line I was over
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As I sit in the street and freckled Mary on her knees
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Making sure that no one die till we got old
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And then right away I had wings for the day
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And I looked on that line I was over
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As I sit in the street and freckled Mary on her knees
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Making sure that no one die till we got old
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Freckled Mary
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