| I was born a sickly little child
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| I nearly died just after my birth
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| Five years I fought the illness
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| My mother prayed and prayed for what it’s worth
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| At that time we traveled along, back home to Ireland
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| I took sick and the doctors admit
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| I should have died right there and then by their hands
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| Mother called it an overdose
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| They called it an oversight
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| But since then, I’ve never been sick a day in my life
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| Call it divine purpose
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| Call it fate
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| Watch Mass on channel 56 and that way you’ll never be late
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| And God will thank you
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| Well, I’ve seen the heavens open up
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| I’ve seen the angels fly
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| I’ve seen children kill and I’ve seen grown men cry
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| I know all about Noah’s ark
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| The rain’s been falling all the while
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| And I heard about Adam and Eve
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| But I still believe she never got a fair trial
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| Call it divine purpose
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| Say it’s untrue
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| Well, they never brought anything back from Roswell
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| So who are you going to pray to?
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| God will thank you
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| Maybe I only read the Bible
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| When I’m staying at the Holiday Inn
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| I see church on Easter and Christmas
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| But every other Sunday I just can’t fit it in
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| But I’m coming from a true place
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| I’m shining like a new light
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| I’m thanking God for everything I have in my life
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| Call it divine purpose
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| Call it fate
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| Or maybe you believe in God
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| Because the Big Bang theory don’t hold much weight |