All the malice I¡¯ve felt
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toward the people who¡¯ve hurt me
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was a dark lonely hole
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where I ended up dirty
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trying to make sense
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of what¡¯s fair and what¡¯s ugly
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So I drew my conclusions
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and I stated them smugly
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When the adrenaline rush
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of the wave of rage passes
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and I¡¯m cold in that hole
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and there¡¯s mud on my glasses
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I don¡¯t care anymore
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to issue all my subpoenas
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or seek revenge on my foes
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fulfill my grave-like agreements
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CHORUS
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Though the world is a winter
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growing colder and colder
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I remember the warmth
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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In my nightmares I¡¯ve seen
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all the wrath and destruction
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of my dark enemy
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and his lethal deduction
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that if I¡¯ve ever felt helpless
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if I¡¯ve ever felt fearful
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then he had right to accuse
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pierce my side with his spear full
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CHORUS
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But when I was shamefully weak
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and knew I should have been bolder
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I was strengthened again
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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BRIDGE
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It¡¯s not my duty to judge
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There¡¯s another who does so
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I am asked to forgive
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to release and to trust though
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It¡¯s not my duty to die for the
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sins I¡¯ve committed
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I¡¯m allowed to run free
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I¡¯ve been fully acquitted
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CHORUS
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All the days of my life
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and when I¡¯m years and years older
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I¡¯ll remember the day
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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All the days of my life
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and when I¡¯m years and years older
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I¡¯ll remember the day
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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when my Father laid His hand on my shoulder
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My Father Laid His Hand on My Shoulder
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