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Scrimshaw
The Original Band
49: MERCY'S FREE
All the talk that we've heard,
An encouraging word.
And the time that we wait,
Turns out we're too late.
I spent all last night,
With a fifth of booze,
It's what I've got to loose.
How my sordid past,
Roars in my ears.
How long can I last,
Harboring these fears?
I just want to say,
His mercy is free.
Oh please, please forgive me.
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