| they say they follow the Lord’s will
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| still their torture, still they’d kill
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| to make a young man reach his prime
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| they say he’s cursed, he’s Satan’s child
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| I’m just a boy, betrayed, defiled
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| all a young man needs his time
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| damn them all
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| while they run with the pack
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| they will pay
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| for the scars on my back
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| they want my blood
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| they’re ready to feed
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| they don’t even know
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| the man that they bleed
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| as if a man
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| can love on demand
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| accept his life
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| is already planned
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| there is no demon inside
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| just a man full of pride
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| for my hopes haven’t died
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| look… look…
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| look, I’m Martin Guerre
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| too young to love
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| but still above
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| the lie they live
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| yes! |
| I’m Martin Guerre
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| a man who knows
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| how evil grows
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| and can’t forgive
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| soon they will see
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| a man can choose to be free
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| they all look for someone to blame
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| but I swear it aloud, I will be proud that
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| Martin Guerre is my name
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| first I trusted Pierre
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| I was sold at the shrine
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| then I trusted the priest
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| now my blood runs like wine
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| and then there was Bertrande
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| it seems all love must turn to dust
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| there must be someone I can trust
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| look, I’m Martin Guerre
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| Father I’m brave
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| and from your grave
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| you’ll keep me strong
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| yes. |
| I’m Martin Guerre
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| for they will learn
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| when I return
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| that I belong
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| soon you will see
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| that I can choose to be free
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| they all look for someone to blame
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| but I swear it aloud, I will be proud I’m
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| Martin Guerre
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| they all look for someone to blame
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| but I swear it aloud, I will be proud that
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| Martin Guerre is my name |