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Oh, brother, man where are you? I am bucklin' from the load. I have lost my eye for color And my heart can't see the road. Cause my legs, their prime has past. I am breaking from the sorrow And my faith is fadin' fast. Mother, father, help me I'm you

STILL CHER MY HEART CRIED OUT FOR YOU OVER AN OCEAN AND YOUR PAIN CRIED OUT FOR ME ACROSS A WAVE YOU HID HALF DEAD, NUMB TO ANY EMOTION 'CAUSE YOU WERE A PRISONER AND I WAS A SLAVE WE'D BOTH STOPPED SEARCHING FOR ANY ACCEPTANCE AND REJECTION ALWAYS W