| And the pain falls like a curtain
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| On the things I once called certain
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| And I have to say the words I fear the most
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| I just don’t know
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| And the questions without answers
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| Come and paralyze the dancer
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| So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
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| Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
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| On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust
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| God is God and I am not
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| I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting
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| God is God and I am man
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| So I’ll never understand it all
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| For only God is God
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| And the sky begins to thunder
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| And I’m filled with awe and wonder |