Marie

she bore her cross on her sleeve
she wore me in between
son, you'll find a way
when reason slips away

she bore her cross on her sleeve
she wore my disease
Girl, you'll be the death of me
Girl, you'll be the death of me

clenched my hands
as my face turned red
you and I darlin'
are better off dead

She bore her cross on her sleeve
She died violently
son, you'll find a way
so she'll never run away

clenched my hands
as my face turned red
you and I darlin'
are better off dead

So I stick my head in the clouds
and dream all my little dreams.
I dreamt of us here together, I dreamt of you here with me.
When you lie there and don't make a sound, I find it hard to believe
that it's such a simple four letter word when love is so far to see.
When you live with your head in the clouds,
what did you think I would see
there's nothing left here for me
what did you want me to be...

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