| I can’t quote the Bible
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| I skipped Sunday school
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| And I can’t count the times I fell and broke the Golden Rule
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| So I don’t know if he listens
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| Sometimes I wonder if he cares
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| Maybe I’m just wishing
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| 'Cause I can’t even prove he’s there
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| But I pray
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| He’ll watch over my children
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| I pray
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| Just to be a better man
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| To find the strength to rise above
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| To be there for the ones I love
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| To forgive and be forgiven some sweet day
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| I pray
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| Now I confess that I don’t bow my head as often as I should
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| Mostly just when times are bad, rarely when they’re good
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| And I don’t hold with too much preachin'
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| But I was raised up to believe
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| That a man can’t ever stand as tall
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| As when he gets down on his knees
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| But I pray
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| He’ll watch over my children
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| I pray
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| Just to be a better man
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| To find the strength to rise above
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| To be there for the ones I love
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| To forgive and be forgiven some sweet day
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| I pray
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| So I pray
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| For a world that’s gone half crazy
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| I pray
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| For every woman child and man
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| To find the strength to rise above
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| To teach each other how to love
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| To forgive and be forgiven some sweet day
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| I pray
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| I pray |