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I'm sorry she tells me
Without saying a word
The barrels turned over
Her sympathy burns
I'm sorry she tells me
Regret stains her eyes
While inside her heart
Her sad spirit dies
I'm sorry she tells me
But still I hear lies
Inside me a child
Reaches out just to die
I'm sorry she tells me
But the measure is made
It's time to let go now
My memory fades