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Mary's Market - God Help the Girl
Composer：Brian McNeill/Stuart Murdoch
I want a windless city in June

I want a walk down to the harbour

I want to play guitar like you

I want a saint to be my cellmate
I want the last dream to come true

A train in everyone's back garden
A tunnel to the heart of you

A summer Sunday chiming of bodies brown
And the sleepy way you said my name
As you turn and read my fortune
And you pick up verses of ancient text
That were dripping with your legend
And you turned to me and said

You know you're blowing all your chances

And I asked if there was time

You said that nothing was decided

You played me music I hadn't heard
From a long lost eighties box set

And you cooked me dinner I never ate
And we washed up all our dishes

The sun was blinding the sky was dark
And the bells they kept on ringing

The rats were happy the mice were full
And there was something wrong with the plumbing

You showed me yesterday's dress

The one you nicked from Mary's market

You tried to look like her

'Cause you thought that I would like it

I like you better I like you loads
I like you unaffected

Take your eighties' records your books by joyce
And you can pack 'em up for the summer

The wind was fooling again

And the sun thought about setting
You made the shadow shapes on the wall

You thought I wasn't watching

The wind was messing again

And the sun thought about leaving
You made the dirty shapes on the wall

You thought I wasn't watching

It was liberating your puppet dance
It was our one true moment lasting

You took the slipper you took the pear
You made a still life out of nothing

It was liberating your puppet dance
It was our one true moment lasting

You took the slipper you took the pear
You made a still life out of nothing nothing

I want a windless city in June

I want a walk down to the shoreline
I want infinity in a girl

I want a song that kills me