by Gordon Mote
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| I stood in the court room. The j | udge turned my way |
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| It l | ooks like you're guilty, Now what do you s | ay |
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| I sp | oke up, your honor, I | have no defense |
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| But t | hat's when M | ercy walked i | n |
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| I stood there and wondered, | How could this be |
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| That s | omeone so guilty had just been set f | ree |
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| My chains they were broken I f | elt born again |
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| The moment that m | ercy walked | in |
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| The | blood was p | resented,that co | vered m | y s | in....., |
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| Fo | rgiven, when m | ercy walked | in |