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Mother Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you nowBut I'm all locked up here, I can't get outEverybody's all grown up now, how can I compare?I guess I'll find out when I get thereAnd I feel so out of placeHas it all just been a waste?I've got a thought that's killing meI'm not feeling all that blessed, and I'm all out of prayersI might be wrong, but I don't really careSo pray for me as I am dying, though it's not my timeI just don't want to relive all my crimesAnd I'm burning off my tongueFor anything I've said to anyoneBut when the smoke clears, I will growEverybody breathes the same air, you knowThere is a peace we all wantDon't let it get awayThere is a hope we all needWe're gonna get it right somedayMother Mary, full of grace, I want to be your manBut I'm not who I was when this began From Letras Mania