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I was thinking of my troubles |
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As people sometimes will |
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Everyone who had done my wrong |
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And those who would wrong me still |
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And in a fit of desperation |
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I found myself on my knees |
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wishing pain and suffering |
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on all my enemies |
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I prayed for loss of limb |
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and lingering disease |
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Of blight and devastation |
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And assorted miseries |
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But as I made my wishes |
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and as I cast my spells |
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I stopped myself and said a prayer |
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And said these words to myself |
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There will come a day |
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There will come a day |
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When all of the evil |
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will be washed away |
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The patient will be rewarded |
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And their tormentors will pay |
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There will come a day, lord |
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There will come a day |
