| I know that it’s Your birthday
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| We’re singing songs to You
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| I love to light the candles
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| Like we always do
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| But I’ve gotta say this Christmas
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| My mind is somewhere is on another
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| Sometimes I think about Your mother
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| She was only sixteen
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| Probably long brown hair
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| Walking in her sandals
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| I wish that I’d been there
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| I wonder if she wondered
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| If You should’ve chosen another
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| Sometimes I think about Your mother
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| Was she tough or was she tender?
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| Did You listen when she’d speak?
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| Oh, I bet You trouble crazy
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| When You wouldn’t go to sleep
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| I’m sure we had a lot in common
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| I bet I would’ve loved her
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| Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
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| I’ve got my own little boy now
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| He’s running like the wind
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| Eyes as bright as stars
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| Oh, the world must seem so big
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| I wonder if she looked at You
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| And felt the same way that I do
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| Oh, sometimes I think about Your mother
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| Was she tough or was she tender?
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| Did You listen when she’d speak?
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| Oh, I bet You trouble crazy
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| When You wouldn’t go to sleep
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| I’m sure we had a lot in common
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| I bet I would’ve loved her
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| Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
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| Did she know where You were headed?
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| Did she know what You would do?
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| When she watched You give Your life
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| Did it break her heart in two?
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| She might say she’s nothing special
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| Just the same as anyone
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| But what’s it like to be the mother of God?
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| I know that it’s Your birthday
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| And we’re singing songs to You
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| But I see the story different
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| Now that I’m a mama too
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| So I’ve gotta say this Christmas
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| My mind is on another
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| Yeah, sometimes I think about Your mother
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| Oh, sometimes I think about Your mother |