Mary's shooting blanks into the sand,
right behind the crooked line that I drew
with my hands a-trembling

This will be the last time that we end

And I don't want to be here
when she comes crawling back again
I don't want to be here
when she comes crawling

When she comes home
When she comes home

Mary stares the sun down with a grin
Seems like I'm the only one
that ever sees it happening
This will be the last time that we end

We say goodbye like butterflies
when caterpillars kiss goodbye
When she comes home
When she comes home

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