| Sun’s commin' up on a Sunday morning
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| I’m looking out the window at a beautiful view
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| Turn on the TV and somebody’s talkin'
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| About the wrong, the right and the ulitmate truth
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| I listen for a minute, but my heart is somewhere else
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| 'Cause I’ve got my own convictions
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| But I keep them to myself
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| Chorus: When I feel the world around me
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| How can I not believe
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| If I’m high up on a mountain
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| Or down on my knees
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| It’s just between God and me
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| Secrets I’ve been holdin' Tears cried, nobody else sees
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| Sometimes I’m alone but I know
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| There’s somebody watchin' over me
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| There’s so much I’m afraid of
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| And I’m really not that strong
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| But there’s one place I can go to
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| Where all fear is gone
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| Chrous: When I feel the world around me
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| How can I not believe
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| If I’m high up on a mountain
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| Or down on my knees
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| It’s just between God and me
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| Every picture’s painted differently
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| Everybody’s got a vision in their mind
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| That fills the heart with answeres
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| And the missing peace that we all hope to find
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| And this heart of mine
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| Repeat chorus twice
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| God and me
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| It’s just between God and me |