Mother Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you now
But I'm all locked up here, I can't get out
Everybody's all grown up now, how can I compare?

I guess I'll find out when I get there

And I feel so out of place
Has it all just been a waste?
I've got a thought that's killing me

I'm not feeling all that blessed, and I'm all out of prayers
I might be wrong, but I don't really care
So pray for me as I am dying, though it's not my time
I just don't want to relive all my crimes

And I'm burning off my tongue
For anything I've said to anyone
But when the smoke clears, I will grow
Everybody breathes the same air, you know

There is a peace we all want
Don't let it get away
There is a hope we all need
We're gonna get it right someday

Mother Mary, full of grace, I want to be your man
But I'm not who I was when this began

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