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Poor Mary Lane
She lowered her head when they layed all the blame
The charge was clear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I've been her swordsman of national fame
Her knight so dear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Trapped in her castle
In mourning and still a dreamer
What began as a hastle
If anything wouldn't seem her
I put on my head when they layed all the blame
I spoke in fear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I've been her swordsman of national fame
Her knight was here
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Then we were in college
And he was our prince of knowledge
For my love I would promise
To be her alibi and accomplace
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Social Professor didn't stop when he carressed her
He laughed in tears at their shame
And though she calculated,
So it was premeditated
What could she do?
We lowered our heads when they laid all the blame
Put her away
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I though the plan would be clearing her name
We lost that day
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Lowered our heads when they layed all the blame
Put her away
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane...

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Poor Mary Lane