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Father forgive them

Father forgive them,
they know not what they do


They see me lying in the street and never lend a hand
the night goes by while they're asleep
yet I'm still in the sand
And I cry each night for their blinded eyes
That never,
never seem to see

Father forgive them,
they know not what they do


They call me friend when they're in need,
I know it's all a sham
for when my sufferings make me weep
they simply wash their hands
And I'm left alone in despair to moan
they'll never,
never understand

Father forgive them,
they know not what they do (2)


Father forgive us,
We know not what we do