| None of us knows and that makes it a mystery
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| If life is a comedy, then why all the tragedy
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| Three-and-a-half pounds of brain try to figure out
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| What this world is all about
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| And is there an eternity, is there an eternity?
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| God if You’re there I wish You’d show me
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| And God if You care then I need You to know me
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| I hope You don’t mind me askin' the questions
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| But I figure You’re big enough
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| I figure You’re big enough
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| Lying on pillows we’re haunted and half-awake
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| Does anyone hear us pray, «If I die before I wake»
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| Then the morning comes and the mirror’s the other place
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| Where we wrestle face to face with the image of Deity
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| The image of Deity
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| God if You’re there I wish You’d show me
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| And God if You care then I need You to know me
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| I hope You don’t mind me askin' the questions
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| But I figure You’re big enough
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| I figure You’re big enough
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| When I imagine the size of the universe
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| And I wonder what’s out past the edges
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| Then I discover inside me a space as big
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| And believe that I’m meant to be
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| Filled up with more than just questions
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| So, God if You’re there I wish You’d show me
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| And God if You care then I need You to know me
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| I hope You don’t mind me askin' the questions
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| But I figure You’re big enough
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| I figure You’re big enough
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| 'Cause I am not big enough |