turn to the One who created me white as snow through the truth I feel the way You see me My friend you're white as snow my friend you're alive Sad Mary Sad
au gong, ca laisse K.O. Comme un coup du fusil a pompe Et direct, on va au... Rat-man ne Batman ami de Boss One Et marie a la Marie-Jeanne Luciano
us Together we can all be strong P Diddy: United we stand, United we fall N'Sync: Oh you know we've got to find a way Mary J. Blige: To bring some
not mine Excuse me I'm not good company I'm not a part of your family I'm sad and mad At the same time Statues they don't cry Help me Mary Take me
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train, and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair
Second chorus) Yeah, what's going on Hey, what's going on Mary J. Blige: Somebody tell me Justin Timberlake ('NSYNC): What's going on Mary J. Blige
rose in spring all the summer sun can bring I will find it when I'm with you You are all I have Marie jolie Marie jolie I know there'll be (interlude) Sad
judge us Together we can all be strong P. Diddy: United we stand, United we fall *NSYNC: Oh you know we've got to find a way Mary J. Blige: To
The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair
(Rodney Crowell/Donivan Cowart) Mary took to running with a travelin' man Left her momma crying with her head in her hands Such a sad case, so broken
felt like melting ice I just admit this woman was divine Hey, hey, madness, I'm Dreamin' while you slip away While Buddy the sweeper was singing a sad song And Mary
the interest of humanity we've found a better place for you to go, go-woh, go-woh" MRS. BARROW (A TENANT) "Oh no, this I can't believe, Oh Mary,
Jamie: Yea, you know Mary. These last couple of years I have been going through some changes Good and bad, but you know what? At the end of it, it'
Putnam) The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train, And there meet me is my Mama and my Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary
(Traditional) He came from his palace grand He came to my cottage door His words were few but his looks Will linger for evermore The look in his sad
