| Oh, Mary was unhappy with the life that she led
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| She was a simple girl without much to say
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| So, one day, she upped and left her dreary home
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| And she left all her friends to wander all alone
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| And at first, she was afraid—she was so far away
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| From her home—but slowly, she got to like it anyway
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| Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Well, in time, she found that
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| Mountain that she had been taught
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| Her whole life that she must avoid
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| And though at first, it hurt and no one could comfort her
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| She finally came to appreciate it
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| And she liked it, she liked it—oh, wasn’t she surprised
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| And though still alone, she grew so much inside
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| Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| And after a time, she became so sublime
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| She could look in people’s eyes and read their minds
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| Though her hands would sometimes bleed, and occasionally
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| She would long for her past and the memories they bring
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| She decided to return to her old hometown
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| And her heart was burning with all the things she found
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| Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Please come home…
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| So, Mary came back, and at first
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| No one recognized her face
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| And all her friends were all a little bit afraid
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| When they heard what she had to say
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| They all slowly backed away
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| And her family took her aside and put their arms around her
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| They said, «Mary, won’t you please come back to us now
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| There is still time to repent for all your sins.»
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| And Mary started to cry when she realized
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| That she’d never come home again in her life
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| Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Mary, won’t you please come…
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| Please come home…
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| Come home… |