| Breathing next to you my yes of Yes
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| And hold you like some promises made
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| It’s a way of way of praying
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| I hold her little tender hand, walk side by walking side
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| She asks me why, I smile and say
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| «It's a way of, way of praying.»
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| It’s moments so fleeting that make our whole life long
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| Oh, some things come and some things go
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| And some things we will never know
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| Some mysteries will guide our way
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| It’s a way of way of praying
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| I raise my hands to frame the light
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| I raise my voice in the middle of the night
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| I close my eyes when I start to sign
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| It’s a way of, way of praying
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| In the silence you surround my soul
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| In the laughter you can make me whole
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| I hold it all like some promise made
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| It’s a way of, way of praying |