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All you hypocrites and liars |
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In the temple seeking gain |
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All you senators and lawyers |
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With your motives to explain |
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All you victims and you heroes |
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Your petitions to complain |
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All you murderers and martyrs |
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On the fields where you lay slain |
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On the just and unjust |
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Alike it doth rain |
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And the quality of mercy is not strained |
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Yes vengeance and revenge |
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Are just two words for pain |
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And the quality of mercy is not strained |
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Did not I crucify my Lord? |
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Did not I bind Him in chains? |
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Did not I three times betray Him? |
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Three times deny His name? |
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Did not I cast the first stone? |
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Then justify the blame? |
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Did not He die for my sins |
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But never would I do the same? |
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Oh I've been three times a sinner |
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And two times a saint |
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And the quality of mercy is not strained |
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Yes for Love if it's Love |
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Is changing but unchanged |
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And the quality of mercy is not strained |
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Hypocrites and liars |
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Senators and lawyers |
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Victims and heroes |
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Murderers and martyrs |
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Crucify my Lord |
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Bind Him in chains |
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Three times betray Him |
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Justify the blame |
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On the just and unjust |
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Alike it doth rain |
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And the quality of mercy is not strained |
