| Maria
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| She’s too young to understand
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| But old enough to feel the pain
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| Of living where no love can grow
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| With no hope for change
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| Maria
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| Her world is an angry place
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| But she makes sure the scars don’t show
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| And with every hurt
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| Her tender heart is growing cold, but…
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| Who, who’s gonna love Maria?
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| Who, who’s gonna touch her
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| With the tenderness she longs for
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| Like a desert longs for rain
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| She’s got a hunger deep inside
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| And with every tear she cries
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| She wonders if there’s someone
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| Out there somewhere
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| Who’s gonna love Maria?
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| She looks in the mirror now
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| And the little girl is gone
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| But still the search for someone’s love
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| Goes on and on for Maria
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| But does anybody care
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| Or even notice her at all?
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| Is anyone listening close enough
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| To hear her call?
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| Maria, if you can hear me
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| Please know that you’re not forgotten
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| Somebody’s trying to get to you |