| Hail Mary and your world goes crazy
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| Your life’s not yours and you’re just fifteen
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| Hail Mary and you’re hearing angels
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| They’re calling you crazy, but your God has seen
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| You, the silent rose in a field of stone
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| You, under the star of every Christmas show
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| Was it fear, was it dread
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| What was running through your head
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| When you said what you said
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| Yeah, were you crying
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| Hail Mary, it’s the mother’s journey
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| You’ll be broken hearted, but you’ll do it anyway
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| Miracles don’t always take away the worry
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| Or the tears on your face for the price you pay
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| You, the silent rose in a field of stone
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| You, under the star of every Christmas show
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| I guess every mother knows
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| What it’s like letting go
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| Trying not to let it show
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| But you’re hoping there’s
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| Answers to every prayer, answers to every prayer
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| That’s what I see when you’re kneeling there
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| You, to have a broken heart when you’re so young
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| You, to carry what the world could become
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| Hail Mary and your world goes crazy
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| And your life’s not yours and you’re just fifteen |