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No one mourns the wicked
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No one cries they won t return
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No one lays a lilly on their grave
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The good man scorns the wicked
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Through their lives our children learn
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What we miss when we misbehave
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And goodness knows
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The wickeds lives are lonely
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Goodness knows
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The wicked die alone
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It just shows when you re wicked
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You re left only on your own
Are they born as wicked
Or does it grow as time wears on
Who can say, but this we understand
No one mourns the wicked
When at last they re dead and gone
Then at last, there s joy throughout the land
And goodness knows
We know what goodness is
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
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Woe to those
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Woe to those
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Who spurn what goodness is
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They are shown
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No one mourns the wicked
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Good news
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No one mourns the wicked
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Good news
No one mourns the
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Wicked
Wicked
Wicked
