| Well, I have been thinking for way too long
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| About how to deal with offence
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| How Abraham Lincoln wrote with his pen
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| And made all the confusion make sense
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| And brought all the soldiers to tears
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| And still a nation’s great fears
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Help us to live with malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Help us to live with malice toward none
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| Now in tense situations I find myself
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| And some days for vengeance I yearn
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| And Lex Talionis sounds like a good plan
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| Until it becomes my turn
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| 'Cause I don’t like the taste in my mouth
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| And I don’t like my ways to head south
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Teach me to live with malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Teach me to live with malice toward none
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| Between a rock and a hard place I find myself wedged
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| And it looks like I’ll get no relief
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| When I’m battered and bruised by the people I trust
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| And I can’t seem to hold on to peace
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| But I can’t seem to hold to the phrase
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| And it gets me through the darkest of days
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Teach us to live with malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Malice toward none
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| Teach us to live with malice toward none |