| You met a smooth-talking stranger
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| Had Cupid on his arm
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| His words went down like fine red wine
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| And he won you with his charms
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| You loved him and trusted him
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| Believed every word he said
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| But he lied and he deceived you
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| Now someone else is in your bed
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| He left you for another
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| He betrayed you with a kiss
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| But God says in the end
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| Just give me justice!
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| (Whoa-oh, justice)
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| Last night I turned on my TV
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| And a preacher said to me
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| He said, «Just send me a $ 100 bill
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| God will bless you ten times, you see!»
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| Some equate money with holiness
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| But, my friend, that is a lie
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| One man claimed God held him ransom
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| If he didn’t have enough, he’d die!
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| But my life does not consist
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| Of all the things which I possess
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| Do you hear God’s call to faithfulness
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| And not to success?
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| Ah, give me justice!
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| (Whoa-oh, justice)
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| It’s time for justice!
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| They say the church has been silent
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| She belongs in politics
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| So we turned our eyes to Hollywood
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| And we found a president
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| Who said he was one of us
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| That his life was hid in Jesus' scars
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| But it kind of makes you wonder |
| When his wife consults the stars
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| But God laughs at kings and princes
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| And all their foolishness
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| And the cross waves higher than the flag
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| And they best remember this
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| (God loves justice!)
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| Ah, He love justice!
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| (God loves justice!)
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| My Lord, He loves, He wants
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| (God loves justice!)
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| (God loves justice!)
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| Look through your stained-glass windows
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| Sitting right outside your church
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| There’s a poor man living on the corner
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| Not a penny in his purse
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| His clothes are torn and tattered
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| Got no shoes upon his feet
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| Have you shared with him your bread and wine
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| Or left him on the street
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| To care for the widow and orphan
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| Pure religion is this
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| When you’ve done it to the least of them
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| There is justice!
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| Justice!
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| See how the faithful cry
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| Has become an adulteress
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| Her heart is full of worldly ways
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| Instead of righteousness
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| «When you raise your hands in prayer
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| I will hide my eyes from you
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| I find no pleasure in your offerings
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| When your heart has been untrue
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| Take your evil deeds
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| Out of my sight!
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| Stop doing what is wrong
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| And do what is right!" |
| Ah, listen to the word of the Lord
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| Do not rebel or resist
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| For if you harden your heart, you’ll learn
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| Ah, there is justice!
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| All I want is justice, yeah! |