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点击复制I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You will listen
To a gypsy's prayer
They tell me I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The last end forgotten
They look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
I ask for nothing
I can get by
For I know so many
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were
The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed some not
Why the few You seem to favor
They fear us flee us try not to see us
God help the outcasts
The tattered the torn
Seeking an answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky
The weak and the old
I thought we all were
The children of God