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Father can you hear me? |
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How have I let you down? |
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I curse the day that I was born |
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and all the sorrow in this world |
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Let me take you to the herding ground |
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where all good men are trampled down |
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Just to settle a bet that could not be won |
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between a prideful father and his son |
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Will you guide me now for I can't see a reason |
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for the suffering and this long misery |
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What if every living soul could be upright and strong? |
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Well then I do imagine |
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There will be (sorrow) |
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Yeah there will be (sorrow) |
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And there will be sorrow no more |
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When all soldiers lay their weapons down |
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or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns |
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Or when the only true messiah rescues us |
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from ourselves it's easy to imagine |
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There will be (sorrow) |
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Yeah there will be (sorrow) |
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And there will be sorrow no more |
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There will be (sorrow) |
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Yeah there will be (sorrow) |
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And there will be sorrow no more |
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Yeah there will be (sorrow) |
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Yeah there will be (sorrow) |
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And there will be sorrow no more |
