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mary go round i'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down straight from the pages into memories that hang around i can't believe that there is nowhere you can go and not be found without sound from the pages of the morning when you mentioned you're worth less to me hand over hand the pages turn the pages without sound turn on empty hands tonight will end without sound mary go round hold back the hand me downs and bring back the bright sound head for the razor broken bottle hangman runarounds time for the message to return with the sender unsigned and without sound it's a battle you can't win it's a battle you lose From Letras Mania