<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=93757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Crazy Mary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack<br>On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks<br>Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:<br>"mama, can we stop and give her a ride?"<br>Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side<br>Wild eyed, crazy mary<br>Down along the road, past the parson's place<br>The old blue car we used to race<br>Little country store with a sign tacked to the side<br>Said "no l-o-i-t-e-r-i-n-g allowed"<br>Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around<br>One night thunder cracked mercy backed outside her windowsill<br>Dreamed i was flying high above the trees, over the hills<br>Looked down into the house of mary<br>Bare bulb on, newspaper-covered walls, and mary rising up above it all<br>Next morning on the way into town<br>Saw some skid marks, and followed them around<br>Over the curve,through the fields, into the house of mary<br>That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway<br>That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around<br>Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Pearl Jam - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=93757" data-title="Crazy Mary" data-description="she lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks Sometimes on the way into town we'd say: "mama, can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did but her hands flew from h..."></div> </div> </div>

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