| My father could use a little mercy now
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| The fruits of his labor
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| Fall and rot slowly on the ground
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| His work is almost over
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| It won’t be long and he won’t be around
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| I love my father, and he could use some mercy now
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| My brother could use a little mercy now
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| He’s a stranger to freedom
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| He’s shackled to his fears and doubts
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| The pain that he lives in is Almost more than living will allow
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| I love my bother, and he could use some mercy now
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| My church and my country could use a little mercy now
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| As they sink into a poisoned pit
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| That’s going to take forever to climb out
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| They carry the weight of the faithful
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| Who follow them down
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| I love my church and country, and they could use some mercy now
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| Every living thing could use a little mercy now
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| Only the hand of grace can end the race
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| Towards another mushroom cloud
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| People in power, well
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| They’ll do anything to keep their crown
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| I love life, and life itself could use some mercy now
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| Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
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| I know we don’t deserve it But we need it anyhow
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| We hang in the balance
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| Dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground
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| Every single one of us could use some mercy now
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| Every single one of us could use some mercy now
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| Every single one of us could use some mercy now |