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Oh God I feel I have lost my flock |
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We are scattered and without reason |
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There is no strength in our stock |
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The wolves pick up on our weak scent |
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Trapped by a system that heralds discrimination |
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Underneath an unclean sun your caste will be revealed |
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Wallow in servility your branded the Musahar |
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Toiling while the hours pass so slowly like drifting dust |
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Held by laws obscene by all is our unfortunate gift to the world |
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Victims of a religion that blackens me as my neighbors' slave |
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Bodies filled with poverty burns slow above the fire |
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Violence from the provocation of shadows touching higher castes |
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Oh God I feel I have lost my flock |
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We are scattered and without reason |
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There is no strength in our stock |
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The wolves pick up on our scent |
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Inside on hallowed sins I pray |
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To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide |
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[Solo: Tony] |
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Inside on hallowed sins I pray |
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To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide |
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Oh God I feel I have lost my flock |
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We are scattered and without reason |
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There is no strength in our stock |
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The wolves pick up on our weak scent |
