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AsAfter all the Gbjacks are in their C#boxes

Asand the clowns have Gball gone to C#bed

Asyou can hear happines Gbstaggering on C#down the street

EsFootsteps Gbdressed in redCb C C#

EsAnd the Gbwind whispers CbMaryC C# Cb C C#

AsA broom is Gbdrearily C#sweeping

AsUp the broken peices of Gbyesterday's C#life

AsSomwhere a Gbqueen is C#weeping

AsSomewhere a Gbking has no CbwifeC C#

EsAnd the wind cries CbMaryC C# Cb C C#

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AsThe traffic lights turn Gbblue C#tommorow

AsAnd shine the emptyness Gbdown on my C#bed

AsThe tiny island Gbsags C#downstreem

EsCause the life that Gblived is CbdeadC C#

EsAnd the wind Gbscreams CbMeryC C# Cb C C#

AsWill the wind Gbever C#remember

AsThe names it has Gbblown in the C#past

AsWith its crutch,its old Gbage,and its C#wisdom

EsIt whispers no,this will Gbbe the CblastC C#

EsAnd the wind Gbcries CbMaryC C# Cb C C# Cb C C# Cb C C# Cb C C#