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I would not be so stoned
If my Mary were here
And I don't think I'd have phoned you
If my Mary were here
I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad
Who's sword's around his knees
With a Grail no longer holy
And a prayer that's saying please
I would not be alone
If my Mary were here
But she took off
And Lord I'm lost
You know I don't think I'd be drinking
If my Mary were here
And I know what I'd be thinking
If my Mary were here
We'd be wrapping up a blanket
Full of cheddar cheese and wine
And packing up our camper
With a rendezvous in mind
And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park
If Mary were here
But she split
So I got lit
I'm sorry that I called you
In the middle of the night
But you're the one who listens
When I need a little light
I know we haven't talked
Since I dropped you in the dirt
I know you're not my lady now
But Baby, how I hurt
I would toss away my troubles
When my Mary was here
But now I'm lost inside the ruble
'Cause my Mary's not here
So could I come on over
With my heart in my hands
And place it on your pillow
Like a rusty old tin can
I'm drunk and seeing double
But my Mary's not here
Once again be the friend
That you've been
And take me in
Please take me in
HATA BİLDİR
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