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Bette Midler I don't know if You can hear me Or if You're even there I don't know if You would listen To a gypsy's prayer Yes, I know 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 Letras de cancionesThey don't find on earth The lost and forgotten They look to you still God help the outcasts Or nobody will I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I God help the outcasts The poor and downtrod 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 usFlee 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 odd I thought they all were The children of God From Letras Mania