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I've done too many bad things I'm going to the desert and I beg You to forgive me Forgive me It's not that easy Out here in the fields There is our home Out here in the fields Where we are born We will all die in a line of corpses Line of corpses Line of corpses What are you doing here I want you to forgive me I've done too many bad things I'm going to the desert and I beg You to forgive me Before i go Forgive me Out in the fields Where we are born Will you see the morning to come Where we are born Maybe you will see the morning to come Hate me blind me it's all my fault But not God's 4 have viewed this page!
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