Mary

If you talk to Mary, please don't look at me
 'Cause she's never seen me before
 Don't call attention to the man outside of me
 'Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye
 And I'm not supposed to be here, and I'm too young to die
 See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
 Bouncing like a pinball in between extremes
 I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
 My hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
 And she's never seen me before
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 So if you talk to Mary, please don't mention me
 'Cause she's never seen me before
 Just let me hide behind the smoke and the pleasantries
 'Cause I do my best work with the mannequin brigade
 I just peek around the statues spitting art and foreign trade
 She looks a hole right through me to a shadow on the wall
 'Til I'm sick of my surroundings, while I'm not here at all
 I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
 And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
 And she's never seen me before
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 Warhol monotone, robotic talk
 We're all so smart, we're so perceptive
 But her mouth doesn't move, except to smile
 To be polite, to be receptive
 She burns me with a glance, I look away
 I'm safely cool, I'm so deceptive, yeah
 I'd give my right arm for a different situation
 I look around, I see everybody's watching me
 I set myself up for this stupid situation
 So if you talk to Mary, please don't look at me
 'Cause she's never seen me before
 Don't call attention to the man outside of me
 'Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye
 And I'm not supposed to be here, and I'm too young to die
 She carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans
 Bouncing like a pinball in between her extremes
 I'm not surprised, this happens all the time
 And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind
 And she's never seen me before