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Late last night I stood outside this roomWithout the moon these windows were blackBut I could see that I was not mistakenAnd I would never be coming backDown the street the shadows followed them I guess some men were meant to grow coldThey just get lost and make it their discoveryLong shadows turn some hearts coldSomebody please tell MarySomebody please tell MaryLate last night I stood outside this roomWithout the moon these windows were blackBut I could see that I was not mistakenAnd I will never be coming backSomebody please tell MarySomebody please tell Mary From Letras Mania