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Seven Mary Three

Yeah you in your mother's new shoes 
bet you like them as much as her blues 
Don't tell anyone - but I plan to move 
the first time you look away 
Tell me the new apron strings 
taste to you, yes 
my pretty young things 
You tell me that hatred is king 
(It's to the weak and the manor born) 

Like a trick that you've fallen for, 
you recognize me because: 
there's only one sound to love 

Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good 
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good 
Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good-bye 

Tell me you in your mother's new shoes 
bet you like them as much as her blues 
Don't tell anyone, but I'm born to move 
like the first star you ever saw. 

Tell me the new apron strings 
trace to you, yeah. 
My pitied young things 
I tell you that love can be king 
(It's to the meek and the manner born). 

But like a trick that you've fallen for 
you recognize me because: 
there's only one sound to love