Watch your mouth, or I'll make you wash it out.
I will teach you to be good, Mary.
Cause after all you locked yourself, in a dream and all
The very, very special things you see won't mean a thing.
And all your friends wanna sail around the past
But I won't let them take your wind, Mary.
And even still you got this far, but you're not there is all
the little things that got you here won't get you anywhere
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