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Mary's shooting blanks into the sand,right behind the crooked line that I drewwith my hands a-tremblingThis will be the last time that we endAnd I don't want to be herewhen she comes crawling back againI don't want to be herewhen she comes crawlingWhen she comes homeWhen she comes homeMary stares the sun down with a grinSeems like I'm the only onethat ever sees it happeningThis will be the last time that we endWe say goodbye like butterflieswhen caterpillars kiss goodbyeWhen she comes homeWhen she comes home From Letras Mania