I was running mary. And the days were growing long. And I was minding mine, I was doing nothing wrong.
And the news you sent me. And the bar’s upon the door. And this one caught me blind-- Couldn’t stop me anymore.
Tell me how much do I forgive ’cause you laid one in on me, but I’m all right. Tell me how much--this goes on and on.
I was running barely And it’s hard to face me more. And I was minding mine, And doing nothing more.
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