� The weight we bear � 2001-12-07 � 4:24 p.m. �

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~When I was born, they looked at me and said,

"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a strong girl."

And when you were born, they looked at you and said,

"What a good boy, what a what a smart boy, what a pretty boy."

We've got these chains that hang around our necks - people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.

Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same, when temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.

This song is the cross that I bear, bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me, be with me tonight, I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight.

I wake up scared, I wake up strange. I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.

I wake up scared, I wake up strange and everything around me stays the same.~

And these words is the hairshirt I wear... the hairshirt I wear is woven with my own brown hair. And this life is the cross that i bear... so bear it with me... bear with me... be with me tonight. You can make this right.

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