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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, and it gets harder with each passing day. |
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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 fairytale 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, 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 fuss some more and wipe the blood and say, "At least we know we're right". |
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How foolishly, how foolishly your good things come undone, |
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How silently, how silently, and now we all are done. |
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And it's hard to make sense of it all, 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 fairytale 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, 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, of 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. |
