Bruce Springsteen
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Mary, Queen of Arkansas
It's not too early for dreamin'
The sky is grown with cloud seed sown
And a bastard's love can be redeeming
Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
No, you're not too late to desecrate
The servants are just rising

Well I'm just a lonely acrobat
The live wire is my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat
And a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
You're not man enough for me to hate
Or woman enough for kissing

The big top is for dreamers
We can take the circus all the way to the border
And the gallows wait for martyrs
Whose papers are in order

But I was not born to live to die
And you were not born for queenin'
It's not too late to infiltrate
The servants are just leavin'

Mary, Queen of Arkansas
Your white skin is deceivin'
You wake and wait to lie in bait
And you almost got me believin'
But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose
I don't understand how you can hold me so tight
And love me so damn loose

But I know a place where we can go Mary
Where I can get a good job and start all over again and clean
I got contacts deep in Mexico
Where the servants have been seen

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