| Maybe I don’t understand it
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| Maybe I was never meant to know
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| I heard he had the whole world in his hands now
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| But everything is still out of control
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| Maybe it’s his way of explaining
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| Maybe he’s just showing me the way
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| He gave the gift of love when I was lonely
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| Then he went and took that gift away
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| Now all the true believers say that she’ll come back again
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| But no one ever shows me the proof
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| And when you hear the thunder growing louder than the rain
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| They’ll tell you it’s an angel on the roof
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| Maybe I’m not meant to question
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| How it is that this has come to be
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| The dream that I built at his suggestion
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| Has completely failed as far as I can see
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| Now all the true believers say that she’ll come back again
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| But no one ever shows me the proof
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| And when you hear the thunder growing louder than the rain
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| They’ll tell you it’s an angel on the roof
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| And signs say call on Jesus, save yourself from sin
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| But right now I’d rather have a hangover than have to talk to him
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| Maybe I don’t know the answer
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| Maybe now someday I shall be saved
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| But since he took her from this bed and blessed her
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| I see nothing but a mattress and a grave
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| Now all the true believers say that she’ll come back again
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| But no one ever shows me the proof
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| And when you hear the thunder growing louder than the rain
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| They’ll tell you it’s an angel on the roof
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| They’ll tell you it’s an angel on the roof |