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Mary-Jaine says its alright, she's just around the corner from the main line
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Any day now, its alright. She's standing on the precipice of big time
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And I know I'm a little up tight. I got to go before the sun shine
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We're just a couple small people squeezing out a life. We need a little good time
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Its not far from here. Mary comes and goes. Drifting through the
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scenery of shallow days below. And then as everybody knows you follow
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trains out of town and they vanish somewhere under the horizon Yeah well I saw
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Mary-Jaine drag her shadow down the tracks, stair of into the distance.
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Its not far from here. Mary waves hello. Smiling though she's
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sinking in the shallow days below
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I can't find the way out of here, out on the road again
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I'm much much too concerned about Mary-Jaine. I'm all alone again and
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I like what she said, but not what it means. She leaves me drowning through the
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shallow days, down below
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I know I heard a band playing waltzes in a grange hall, the sun is sinking lower
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People stair at Mary-Jaine humming softly to herself. Ain't nobody really knows her
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And any day now its alright. She tells herself that this will be the last time
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And Mary-Jaine pulls her hair back and wonders what she'll do with all the free time
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Not too far from here. Mary turns to go. Smiling while the
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waltz begins to dancin down the road, hey, hey
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Hey hey Mr. Freedom, what are we supposed to think?
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Cause I'm a very tiny person, and it worries me, out all alone again and
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I like what she said but not what it means, she leaves me drowning in the
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shallow days way down below
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Hey, yeah yeah yeah...ooooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeah yeah yeah yeah
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I'm sorry. She said 'I know, its not the kind of thing you want. I'm falling, falling
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down' I'm sorry. She said 'I know, I'm not the kind of girl you want We're
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falling, ooooooh
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Falling, oooooooooh
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Falling, falling down...
Written by David Bryson/Adam Duritz/Toby Hawkins/Lydia Holly/Marty Jones