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I don't know if you can hera me
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Or if you're even there
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I don't konw if you will listen
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To a humble prayer
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They tell me I am just an outcast
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I shouldn't speak to you
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Still I see Your face and wonder
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Were You once an outcast too
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God help the outcasts
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Hungry from birth
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Show them the mercy
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The don't find on earth
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The lost and fotgotten
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they look to You still
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God help the outcasts
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Or nobody will
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I ask for nothing
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I can get by
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But I know so many
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Less lucky than I
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God help the outcasts
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The poor and downtrod
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I thought we all were
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The children of God
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I don's know if there's a reason
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Why some are blessed, some not
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Why the few You seem th favor
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They fear us
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Flee us
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Try not to see us
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God help the outcats
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The tattered, the torn
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Seeking an answer
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To why they were born
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Winds of misfortune
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Have blown them about
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You made the outcasts
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Don't cast them out
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The poor and unlucky
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The weak and the odd
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I thought we all were
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The children of God
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Bette midler-God help the outcasts
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