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Mary's in her hour of darkness. |
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Everything she feels is hopeless. |
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| [00:34.58] |
Disconnected from the dancehall. |
| [00:40.50] |
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| [00:42.87] |
Tripping on her heart of purple. |
| [00:48.12] |
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| [00:52.86] |
Is this passion or... |
| [00:55.92] |
|
| [00:57.41] |
Or your red tide? |
| [01:00.60] |
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| [01:08.27] |
Faces of her bleak expression. |
| [01:14.96] |
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| [01:16.71] |
Taking on her town's impression. |
| [01:22.95] |
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| [01:25.07] |
Tis' the season's witching hour. |
| [01:30.63] |
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| [01:33.37] |
As the summer loses power. |
| [01:39.67] |
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| [01:43.73] |
Is this passion or... |
| [01:47.16] |
|
| [01:48.22] |
Or your red tide? |
| [01:51.34] |
|
| [02:16.29] |
Mary's breaking your kiss goodnight. |
| [02:21.97] |
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| [02:24.89] |
This is where her heart will not die. |
| [02:31.72] |
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| [02:34.90] |
Is this passion or... |
| [02:37.97] |
|
| [02:39.59] |
Or your red tide? |
