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Mary, this station is playing every sad song I remember like we were alive I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls In a prison cell, where we spent those nights And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her Licking young boys' blood from her claws And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew Her hair was rabid and her heart was like a tomb My heart's like a wound I saw taillights last night in a dream about my first wife Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you I saw taillights last night in a dream about my old life Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life Better safe than making the party And I never had a good time, I sat my bedside With papers and poetry about Estella Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations I saw taillights last night in a dream about my first wife Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you I saw taillights last night in a dream about my old life Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? It's funny how the night moves Humming a song from 1962 We were always waiting, always waiting We were always waiting for something to happen I saw taillights last night in a dream about my first wife Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you I saw taillights last night in a dream about my old life Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? |