| Well I lived in that town 'til I was 17
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| When I moved to the mountains that rose from the sea
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| Well, they taught me to pray each and every day
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| Well I lived in that town 'til I was 17
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| When I moved to the mountains that rose from the sea
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| Well, they taught me to pray each and every day
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| They said if I didn’t, the devil, he would take me
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| So I threw my hands up, and I spoke to the Lord
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| I said «I'm a sinner, and a? |
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| It seems that God was in the Earth, oh no words did I hear
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| Could it be I was talkin' to no one?
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| Please beware, in a mysterious way, God is here
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| Please beware, he’s your pity, your pain, he’s your fear
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| Please remember, my son, what I’ve taught you ain’t much
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| It is God who will take you from here
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| Well I cannot deny that the Lord might exhist
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| But he ain’t quite the problem to answers we have missed
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| Just don’t base your whole life off of one bad disguise
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| You never know behind which mask he is lookin'
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| And if it comfort or peace in religion you seek
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| And it makes you feel whole, then it worked, don’t you think?
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| We can argue and scream, paint each other obscene
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| But I have recently known, it don’t matter
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| Please beware, in a mysterious way, God is here
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| Please beware, he’s your pity, your pain, he’s your fear
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| Please remember, my son, what I’ve taught you ain’t much
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| It is God who will take you from here |