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"Hey, I'm sorry Patrick, hey
Um, here"

"Alright, this is called Marcy's Song"

Well she's, she's just a picture
Who lives, lives on my wall
Well she's, she's just a picture
And the reason, reason, reason it is so small
With a smile so inviting and a body so tall
Well she's, she's just a picture
Just a picture, that's all

Well you stand there, stand there with the nightshade
Her dripping ripping down your hands
And you ask me, ask me about the lightning
And the lady, lady, lady she understands
It's a dream for the future and the water for the sands
And the strangeness is wandering
Through many calling lands

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Writer(s): Brady Corbett, Christopher Abbott, Jackson C Frank