| I have thought about God and my own life’s existence
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| And it’s not like I’ve not been on my knees in repentance
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| Bigger than life, and out on my own
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| I’ve come to these conclusions about God
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| I have thought about God when searching for solutions
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| Disappointed and cost birthing such confusion
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| Surrendered my heart to the truth not a system. |
| And to God
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| How can we walk underneath an open sky?
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| How can we say we have eyes and yet we can be so blind?
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| You have your race and religion, and I guess I have mine
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| What about God?
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| I had thought about God when my own father was dying
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| And I thought «the idea, of death and it’s timing!»
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| I turned the other cheek only because I was crying out to God
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| How can we walk underneath an open sky?
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| How can we say we have eyes and yet we can be so blind?
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| You have your race and religion, and I guess I have mine
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| What about God? |
| What about God?
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| How can we walk underneath an open sky?
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| How can we say we have eyes and yet we can be so blind?
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| You have your race and religion, and I guess I have mine
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| What about God? |
| Do you think about God?
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| You can look through the windows of a stained glass cathedral
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| You can speak in tongues in a church with a steeple
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| Who holds the keys to your own heart’s temple? |
| I wonder if it’s God
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| I wonder if it’s God. |
| Do you ever think about God? |