(originally by Far)
Like Elvis, like everyone
We all die, we all live on in photos
And paperbacks, if we're lucky
We're coming back
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over over me
We notice
We understand
We throw out all we can
We're on the market, we're up on racks
If we're really lucky we're coming back
I would never decide
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over over me
We all die, we all live on in photos
And paperbacks, if we're lucky
We're coming back
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over over me
We notice
We understand
We throw out all we can
We're on the market, we're up on racks
If we're really lucky we're coming back
I would never decide
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over over me
Writer(s): Holt Steven, Lindow Brock, Noonan Thomas
album: "Rest Inside
The Flames" (2006)
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Mother Mary
I'll Go Until My Heart Stops
Felt Through A Phone Line
On Any Given Night
Elysium
The Great Descent
Midnight Swim
Aurora
Will Pull This In By Hand
We Cannot Deny
Between The Anchor And The Air
The City Ignites
Digging The Grave
Mother Mary
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