| It was a long time ago, I was a girl 'bout 12 years old
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| On my back staring up into the dark summer sky
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| When I said, «God, tomorrow I can’t see
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| But I’ll stick close to you if you’ll stick close to me!»
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| And that night I prayed «Keep me God! |
| Keep me God»
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| Now, I don’t know just where God lives
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| Ain’t all that sure just exactly who God is
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| I don’t know if there’s a church
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| That deserves to take God’s name
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| I just know that when I look around here I see
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| The hand of someone or something
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| That is bigger than me
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| And I call that God
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| And then I pray «Just, keep me God»
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| I’m in a plane up in the sky
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| A storm surrounds us as we fly
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| And below, the big black ocean is all that I can see
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| When all at once I realize: Don’t really matter if I live or even if I die
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| Just so long as you keep me God
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| Now, when my days draw to an end
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| And I’ve said goodbye to my family and friends
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| When the tide that turns my life is standing still
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| As I turn my final bend, I betcha I’m gonna be asking even then
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| Keep me God, keep me God, keep me God
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| Keep me God, keep me God, keep me God |