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He put flowers on the hills your cup he gladly fills |
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How can you turn around and say God is dead |
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But when your stories have all been told there's one thing I'd like to know |
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul |
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He gives us shelter from life's stormy weather gives us love to keep us together |
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When life gets like a ship on a raging sea |
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And when the stage of life grows cold somebody helps us to play our role |
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul |
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If my soul had windows I'd leave them open so the world could see |
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The ugly scars upon those hands that cleft for you and me |
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There's the bridge you can cross if you will the toll was paid on Golgota's hill |
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If God is dead who's this living for my soul if God is dead who's this living for my soul |
