| Father, can you hear me?
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| Have how 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
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| A reason 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 from ourselves
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| 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 |