| Oh my Maria
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| Seems you got me in your spell once more
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| Must be there’s a storm on the way
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| You taught me to know when you’re near
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| In your glance
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| Recall my shady days of youth
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| Stealing altar wine and microphones
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| Not so blindly fueling my need
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| As rock and roll fueled my dreams
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| You know rock and roll fueled my dreams
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| Back then you saw me as this child
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| In great need of the wildest sin
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| How sweet your grace I stumbled in
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| And how completely you waved
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| As I laughed in your face
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| Oh my Maria
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| Oh my Maria
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| How you stood for strength and sanity
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| Now is there someone poking holes in thee
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| I see now why you called me near
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| Maria my song can you hear
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| I know you see the silence on the sidewalk
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| And the anger in the street
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| And the voices of all these children
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| Coming up to my feet
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| And we sing your song in vain
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| As some preacher sees his reign
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| Come down
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| Maria
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| Oh my sweet, Maria
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| In the silence on the hill
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| You know I’ll be dreaming of you still
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| Maria, oh my Maria
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| I sing for my Maria
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| I sing for my Maria |