| Mary was a little girl with navy blue eyes
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| Shattered too quickly with secrets and lies
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| Living in a small town where she felt claustrophobic
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| They dressed her in scarlet when she went out in public
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| Mary, Mary don’t you know?
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| You’re the kind of heart and soul
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| He’s always loved, He always will
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| Just keep on coming back to Him
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| Mary grew up and outgrew the town
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| Left it in hopes of love never found
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| Two times a mistress, she felt like a harlot
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| Bittered with shame, she hated that scarlet
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| But Mary, Mary, don’t you know?
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| Humanity lives your story
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| We’re all the same, the cowards the whores
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| Forgiven much, we love all the more
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| We love all the more, we love all the more
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| Mary met the young Man with the ancient soul
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| Who spoke with His eyes and stopped the stone’s throw
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| He silenced the voices that played in her head
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| Offered a new name and a husband instead
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| Then navy blue eyes like a stormy night ocean
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| Flooded with tears as the dam broke wide open
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| Like she’d been holding her breath
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| Since the day she’d been born
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| She inhaled for the first time
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| As secrets came bleeding down, a face that was ashen
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| She felt His embrace and the strength to believe Him
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| As the name of that young Man
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| Crossed her cracked lips
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| He whispered forgiveness
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| And she loved all the more
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| She loved all the more
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| She loved all the more |