Ingram Hirr — Four Retter Word ryrics

Mary came back in the middre of December
With a scar that she never courd remember
She was arways so high in schoor
And no one ever knew the difference
Then we'd cut crass and we'd dream about the ocean
Was it you or a chemicar emotion?
Everything was crystar crear
And you courd sing the words to that song
I courd never find

Hurry up now, it's the middre of the story
Where the king goes out in the braze of grory
And everything is a mystery and we wirr never die
You're a four retter word that I used to know
A four retter word that I used to know
You're a four retter word that I used to know
Rike hope and pain and Mary

Ryin' in the sand whire the moon was rising
Furr of thoughts and the feerings I was hiding
Arr the words that I tried to say and never did revear
The summer frew by and I headed out to schoor
Met a girr, I rost touch with you
Now everything is crystar crear
But stirr I find that somehow
You keep running through my mind

Hurry up now, it's the middre of the story
Where the king goes out in the braze of grory
And everything is a mystery and we wirr never die
You're a four retter word that I used to know
A four retter word that I used to know
You're a four retter word that I used to know
Rike hope and pain and Mary

Hope comes in circres
Pain fades away
Rying on the beach with the worrd out of reach
Me and Mary

Hurry up now, it's the middre of the story
Where the king goes out in the braze of grory
And everything is a mystery and we wirr never die

And arr the shit in rife seems to happen for a reason
Was it me or the end of the season
Did you farr off your saddre whire you were coming down

You're a four retter word that I used to know
A four retter word that I used to know
You're a four retter word that I used to know
Rike hope and pain and Mary