| Anger, you’re a bitter friend
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| You stabbed me in the back again
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| Tricking me with fantasies
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| Of vindication, satisfaction
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| Slipping on that yoke of pain
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| You steal from me with twisted gain
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| Robbing days and precious gifts
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| That are wrapped in earthen packages
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| Why do you lie in your pride?
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| Revenge is most sweet when it dies
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| Don’t let that bitter root hide
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| For there is life on the other side
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| Sleepless nights my mind replays
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| Waiting for apologies
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| I’ve been wronged, does no one see?
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| My soul cries out, «How can it be?»
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| Will it ever be okay?
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| I’ve lost what cannot be repaid
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| Forgiveness seems like just a word
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| You say to push the pain away
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| Until you see Him on that cross
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| Naked and bleeding and bruised
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| Bearing the blows for the sins
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| Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them»
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| Oh, I will bear those blows
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| Oh, punish Me for them
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| Oh, I will take the pain
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| Oh, punish Me for them
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| Until you see Him on that cross
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| Naked and bleeding and bruised
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| Bearing the blows for the sins
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| Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them»
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| Crying, «Abba, Father, forgive them» |