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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

From the pages of the morning
When you mentioned
You're worth less to me

It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose
It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose

It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose
It's a battle you can't win
It's a battle you lose

Hand over hand the pages turn
The pages without sound
Turn on empty hands
Tonight will end without sound

Mary go round
I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down
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      From the pages of the morning   When you mentioned   You're worth less to me      It's a battle you can't win   It's a battle you lose   It's a battle you can't win   It's a battle you lose      It's a battle you can't win   It's a battle you lose   It's a battle you can't win   It's a battle you lose      Hand over hand the pages turn   The pages without sound   Turn on empty hands   Tonight will end without sound      Mary go round   I'd like to see you when the summer sun sets down