Everybody writing con dash fused in the lyrics
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Mary Ann was a waitress at the circus
And Dan was a writer for the
Delaware Local Observer
Just 21 and just two months out of the service
Missing half an eyelid so he had to wear a patch
Mary Ann introduced herself to Dan
She said, "Do you like the menu
Or do you need me to read it to you?"
Half way angry half turned on
And half confused
He took her by the arm
And went out back to make a match
And he said
"So long to my former life
To a worried life, so long
So long to a harder life
To a troubled life, so long."
Lying there under the soft glow of the sunrise
The Moon was still awake and all the
Generators lowly humming
She picked a flower and fastened
It on to his bad eye
She said, "Come on let's get married
I think we might get along."
And she said
"So long (so long) to my former life
To a selfish life, so long
So long (so long) to a bitter life
To a troubled life, so long."
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Well, Danny was no poet
Couldn't dance he never slept
He had nightmares every night
Of rain and fire on those bloody beaches
Just then the dew dropped
From the flower and he wept
"Mary Ann you are a melody
I think I wrote a song
And it goes like:"
"So long (so long) to my worried life (so long)
To a lonesome life, so long
So long (so long) to a wandering life
To a wounded life so long."
And we all said
"So long (so long) to those memories (so long)
To everything we can't let go, so long (so long)
So long (so long) to our former selves (so long)
To our selfish selves, so long"
To our selfish selves, so long
To our selfish selves, so long