saviours fuck with me i won't die i've never cried but i needed more from you i've found my life without you now and i'd never mind i'm only half as
she knows that side she's calling back for me i've lost my mind i'd never believed she knows that side she's calling back for me i've lost my mind '
Feeling I've been lost for years You can never understand me Unless you've seen those tears But you never get to sleep when I'm away I don't mind the
the wrong state of the mind Is a sign of the time? You was quick like Cower Marie Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth I'll drink you like a bloody Mary
what you see or what l tell you?'' [Announcer] Good night, folks. [Mary Sunshine] Miss Baxter, Miss Baxter! Mary Sunshine from The Evening Star. Would you mind
the United States, man and wife. WINTERGREEN: Mary! MARY: John! [THEY EMBRACE] BOTH: [SING] Is it true or I dreaming? Have I come to Heav'n to stay? Never
of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son". Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star
but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell
our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is
four karats beneath the sea Will bring yall back to the Valley of the Kings As archeologists search for this sixteen pillar tomb With platoons Time never
proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son". Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star
place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I
punch- Tropical-every last Thursday of the month [Big Gipp:] Daddy put the hot grits on my chest in the morning When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup
state of the mind Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth I'll drink you like a bloody Mary Why
