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There's a light beyond these woods, Mary Margaret |
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Do you think that we will go there |
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And see what makes it shine, Mary Margaret? |
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It's almost mornin', and we've talked all night |
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You know we've made big plans for ten year olds |
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You and I |
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Have you met my new boy friend, Margaret? |
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His name is John, and he rides my bus to school |
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And he holds my hand |
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He's forty, he's my older man |
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But we'll still be the best of friends |
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The three of us, Margaret, John, and I |
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Let's go to New York City, Margaret |
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We'll hide out in the subways |
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And drink the poets' wine, oh |
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But I had John, so you went and I stayed behind |
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But you were home in time for the senior prom |
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When we lost John |
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And the fantasies we plan, well I'm livin' them now |
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All the dreams we sang when we knew how |
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Well, they haven't changed |
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There's never been two friends |
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Like you and me, Mary Margaret |
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It's nice to see your family growin', Margaret |
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Your daughter and your husband there |
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They really treat you right but we've talked all night |
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And what about the light |
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That glowed beyond our woods when we were ten? |
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You were the rambler then |
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The fantasies we planned, well, Maggie I'm livin' them now |
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All the dreams we sang, oh, we damn sure knew how |
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But I haven't changed |
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There'll never be two friends like you and me |
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Maggie, can't you see? |
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There's a light beyond your woods, Mary Margaret |
