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Hear our mourning, hear our groan
Hear our sorrow, hear our moan
Hear our chanting, hear our drone
We will reap what we sow

I am not a man
I’m a shadow of his face
I’ve thrown away my dignity for a chance to escape

from the one thing that haunts me
I will always be ashamed
When I abandoned my chid
When I abandoned his name

I can’t let go of this
I can’t take care of this
I can’t get rid of this
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t

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