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People talking sound like dogs
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all
Meaning nothing to me
Mother Mary quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick
People talking crack me up
They don't have a little clue
What it's like to be me?
What it's like to lose you?
Mother Mary I grow weary
I did not mean to let you go so quick
People talking sound like dogs
Barking up the wrong tree
Take a good man down
And set the Evil free
Mother Mary quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick
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