Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Morrison for Mary



Mary maybe you'll die at 27. In a tub of water, the way out you found. Some will claim herione other's a heart attack, but Mary only you will know.

Mary maybe i will find the end taking the bus down my life. Why have you done this Mary? Why did i give in?

Morrison for Mary

Mary maybe you'll look at the empty spaces of life finding the doors that break on through to the other side. Mary you're lost i see it in your eyes.

Mary maybe you'll live a life of hedonistic pleasure being the selfish bastard that i know you are. Mary maybe my doors of perception will change, seeing you the charmer you are.

Morrison for Mary

Mary sometimes i love you madly, but you treat me badly. Mary maybe I'll be happier seeing you walk out of the door. I'm the killer on the road Mary, will you ride my storm?

You're the dog without a bone Mary, wake up Mary. Or you'll be dead like Morrison Mary.
But i take Morrison for Mary, because Morrison was a vision Mary. You're just simple Mary.

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