Sometimes you know what God is up to
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And that you can't catch all the places
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But he's a good man, altruist
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He gave me you, home, port
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And in him are you, my whole world
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Kind arms and frantic flight
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And music around us, one of those beauties
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When the cold is running down our spines
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You know, hearts don't go out
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But it can happen
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How often
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That they will start to be afraid
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Then you can't give it up
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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And what if the current pulls me down?
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Then you have to sail
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Have a laurel raft
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And not fall asleep on it
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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And now I feel the time sprinting
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Before I fall asleep, I want to hear your voice
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Let the few moments remain matter-of-fact
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When you sang with all your might
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That your root is as stiff as a trunk
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But the trees will grow, don't forget
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But there are thousands of routes in the crowns
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At the end of each meeting we will meet again
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You know, hearts don't go out
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But it can happen
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How often
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That they will start to be afraid
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Then you can't give it up
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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And what if the current pulls me down?
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Then you have to sail
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Have a laurel raft
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And not fall asleep on it
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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You know, hearts don't go out
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But it can happen
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How often
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That they will start to be afraid
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Then you can't give it up
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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And what if the current pulls me down?
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Then you have to sail
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Have a laurel raft
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And not fall asleep on it
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For all your journeys
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She has one of the stars
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I keep shining on you
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Sometimes you know what God is up to |