| She finds him by the fire
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| His clothes have got him drippin' from his crimes
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| He beckons her, «Sweet daughter»
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| The voice that once avenged her younger life
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| He’s got the voice of a con, the same one
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| Who cut down in the name of his God!
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| Who took on the robe of a judge
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| With not a license to kill without cause
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| He’s not worth it
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| He’s not worth it
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| He’s not worth it
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| Remember what he did that made you question all the words he cited!
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| From the book, the same book
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| That’s reeling you home after so many years of silence
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| And the daughter watches father
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| As he sleeps and dreams, she brings the knife to light
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| Cause she knows he can’t go farther
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| And he’ll never wake to see his daughter cry
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| Don’t lose control or you will long
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| To go back to this time and rewrite your thought
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| Cause you’re about to choose what’s to come
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| So ironic, it’s ironic
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| It’s ironic that you’re contemplating murder while I’m educating you in mercy
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| You say you want, you say you want, the means to believe
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| Don’t change who you are, cause who you are is how I made you to discover me
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| The steel marries his skin
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| No, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it
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| (I cut him down, I cut him down!)
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| He didn’t have to fall
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| It’s your fault, it’s your fault, you lost control
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| And now you long to go back and rewrite your thought
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| But I won’t let you slip away
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| Not this time, not this time
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| This time, you’re gonna learn what it means to receive the very mercy
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| That you denied when you denied, the means to believe
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| I’ll keep feeding you the proof that you need
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| But you spit it out to further your doubt
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| And now he can’t go farther
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| Cause he’ll never wake to see his daughter cry… |