| I love Thee in the sky
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| After long, hot summer days
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| Like to run through the fields
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| When they’ve finished makin' hay
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| I love meeting people
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| I’ve never met before
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| And I like it when my friends
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| Come knocking at my door, yeah
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| Ooh, I love the sky at night
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| Just to sit and count the stars
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| I like to mess around
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| With bicycles and cars
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| I love to see the moon
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| When it’s up and full
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| And I like it when a fish
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| Gives my line a pull
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| So, it’s easy to see
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| Just how good You been to me
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| Oh, you made life’s mystery
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| An open book for all to see
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| I love stone ground bread
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| And I like it when I get my breakfast in bed
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| I love little old ladies
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| Who make funny faces at brand new babies
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| So, it’s easy to see
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| Just how good You been to me
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| Oh, you made life’s mystery
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| An open book for all to see
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| I love St. Judy’s comet
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| I love to break bread
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| I get a blessing from it
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| And I love to see a Bible
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| That’s been well used
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| 'Cause when a Bible’s well used
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| The devil’s not amused
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| So, it’s easy to see
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| Just how good You been to me
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| Oh, you made life’s mystery
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| An open book for all to see
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| So, it’s easy to see
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| Just how good You been to me
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| Oh, you made life’s mystery
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| An open book for all to see
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Anyone can read the book
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| Oh, the feel of a long, hot summer day
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| I love, I love
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| Little old ladies, who make funny faces at brand new babies
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| You made life’s mystery and open book for all to see
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| I love breaking bread
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| I love to see a Bible when it’s been well read
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| When it’s well used, you know the devil’s not amused
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| I love, I love, I love, I love, yeah
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| I love, I love, I love, I love |