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God of all things, god of small things, god of power and might |
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Did you really make the world in seven days and seven nights? |
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'Cause I don't know if you exist or if I even care |
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But when I lay me down to sleep, I'd like somebody there |
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'Cause it's hard to make sense of this all |
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And it gets harder with each passing day |
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But I believe in little things and things I cannot see |
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In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity |
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Not that sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place |
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'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is looking |
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A calm and silent bliss |
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A calm and silent bliss |
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All your people do these days is argue, fuss and fight |
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Then they fight some more and wipe the blood and say, "At least we know we're right" |
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How foolishly, how foolishly all good things come undone |
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How silently, how silently, and now we all are done |
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But it's hard to make sense of it all |
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And it gets harder with each passing day |
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But I believe in little things and things I cannot see |
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In science and the saints and all that stuff like gravity |
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Not some sentimental fairy tale to keep us in our place |
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'Cause I have seen you here when no one else is watching |
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A strange and silent bliss |
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A strange and silent bliss |
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God of all things, god of small things, god of loss and hope |
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God of people struggling and people who can't cope |
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Do you keep your blessings for the rich, the pious and their guns? |
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Or if you're half the man I hope, you root for everyone |
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You root for everyone. |