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Well I don't believe in an interventionist god. |
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And I know darling that you do, |
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But if I did I would kneel down and ask him, |
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Not to intervene when it came to you. |
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Oh not to touch a hair on your head |
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To leave you as you are |
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And if he felt he had to direct you |
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Then direct you into my arms |
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Into my arms |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh Lord, |
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Into my arms. |
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And I don't believe in the existence of angels, |
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But looking at you I wonder if that's true, |
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But if I did I would summon them together, |
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And ask them to watch over you, |
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To each burn a candle for you, |
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To make bright and clear your path, |
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And to walk like christ in grace and love |
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And guide you into my arms, |
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Into my arms |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms. |
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But I believe in love, |
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And I know that you do too. |
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And I believe in some kind of path, |
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That we can walk down me and you. |
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So keep your candles burning |
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To make a journey bright and pure |
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That'll keep returning all the ways and ever more |
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Into my arms |
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Oh Lord |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms, |
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Oh lord, |
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Into my arms. |
