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Oh mother why, oh mother why does everybody look away

Look away, look away from me, do they feel some kind of pitty?

And now I'm begging, I am begging oh god, please make them see my cry for help

Never more will I let my dreams get slaughtered and then thrown away

And something more, I will not become a slave for your prosperity

I will never let me be someone that easily gets out of your memory