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dog named milford - miss maryanne lyrics

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miss maryanne holds out her cold clasped hands, both shaking and withered away
she’ll claim to know the right feelings, but never knows the right words to say
she’s a lunar soul but if there was a god then she’d use both hands to pray
but when the moon is full, then her heart unfolds, she wakes up to heaven every day

in a hurricane, see her organs fray and her body left on display
don’t let your juice go sour cause you’re picking at the flowers mary i love you anyway



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