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Mary, He'd Say
02:28
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"Mary," he'd say, "stay here with me
"And rest in the shade, a sycamore tree."
And "Mary," he'd say, "stay by my side
And keep me awake through the night."
When he looked my way, the sun shined for me,
And I felt like I deserved it.
But when he'd turn away, I felt so cold,
And I felt like I deserved it.
"Mary," he'd say, "back in three days,
Back in three nights, I just need some time."
And "Mary," he'd say, "I'll come to you first
The day that I make my return."
And when he looked my way, the sun shined for me,
And I felt like I deserved it.
But when he'd turn away, I felt so cold,
And I felt like I deserved it.
"Mary," he'd say, "open your eyes."
Blood on his hands. Blood at his side.
And "Mary," he'd say, "not even the tomb
"Could stop me returning to you."
"But Mary," he'd say, "I cannot stay.
Remember my face; remember my name."
"Mary..." he'd say, but I couldn't hear,
Loneliness ringing my ears.
'Cause when he looked my way, the sun shined for me,
And I felt like I deserved it.
But when he'd turn away, I felt so cold,
And I felt like I deserved it.
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Prune
02:41
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Looking at you, and my eyes see
The man that I thought I would be.
So, I chose a new destination,
But the pathway was not up to me.
So, will I prune someday like my father did?
Will I prune someday like my mother did?
Till I am grateful for looking,
Then I don't deserve to touch.
Until I am grateful for loving,
Then I don't deserve to plum.
So, will I prune someday like my father did?
Will I prune someday like my mother did?
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I thought I heard my baby crying
Through the walls from down the hall.
And when I heard the call,
All of everything in me and out of me
Was frozen white and clean.
Thought I heard my baby crying...
So, this is the thanks, the thanks that I get,
Thanks for the nest, the nest that I built---
"Who giveth this boy, gives him away?"
One lousy dance and one piece of cake?
And this is the thanks, the thanks that I get,
Thanks for the time, the time that I spent?
"Who giveth this boy, gives him away?"
She's gonna clean up the messes he makes---
And one day she will feel this ache.
I thought I heard my baby crying,
But he wasn't home, so
I went into his room alone
'Cause sometimes being mama means
You do some bad things
To keep the house nice and clean.
Thought I heard my baby crying...
So, this is the thanks, the thanks that I get,
Thanks for the nest, the nest that I built---
"Who giveth this boy, gives him away?"
One lousy dance and one piece of cake?
And this is the thanks, the thanks that I get,
Thanks for the time, the time that I spent?
"Who giveth this boy, gives him away?"
She's gonna clean up the messes he makes---
But one day she will feel this ache.
Thought I heard my baby crying
Out for me and not those magazines
I stopped to read.
Honey, it would make you blue - so blue -
To know he'd rather dream of a dog than you.
But then you'd hear your baby crying
Like I heard my baby crying.
I thought I heard my baby crying...
But one day she will feel this ache.
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The Toys
03:57
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Time fades shades of paint,
And children age impossibly.
Life decides. At least we tried.
But you and I will always be
Two broken toys from broken homes
Who couldn't stay together,
Two broken toys with broken parts
Who should have known better.
I am the cause and the result
Of my folks' Lonely,
And the boy who made a bomb of me,
And the girl who pulled my head off.
Two broken toys from broken homes
Who couldn't stay together,
Two broken toys with broken parts
Who should have known better.
Broken plans, broken dreams.
Broken plans, broken dreams.
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The Mystique
02:28
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You say you don't understand
Like all the girls have secrets.
Well, we'd tell you all our secrets,
But would you listen if we did?
We are all more the same than not.
Don't be sad the mystique is gone.
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Koye Berry Baltimore, Maryland
Atlanta-born and Baltimore-based singer, songwriter, and pianist.
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