I saw her in a crowd
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Or maybe in a cloud
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Her daddy would be so proud
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Little miss beauty queen
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But then she fell down
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And underneath her gown
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No backbone could be found
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It was all skin and nicotine
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Underneath these empty things
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We're made of, we're made of
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Underneath these empty things
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We're made of one love
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Just past three a.m.
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I saw a preacher man
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He had heaven in his hand
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on satellite TV
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And he'll fix your sorry life
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And then he'll fix the price
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Because Heaven sure is nice
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But salvation isn't free
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And now could it be instead
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That we've lost our innocence
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But one day this pain will end
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Hope is coming back again
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And we can live forever
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Well I have heard it said
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That maybe God is dead
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Or some would say instead
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He just up and went away
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But I saw him in a cloud
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I saw him in a crowd
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Yeah, he just looked around
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And he loved us all anyway
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Underneath
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| Bebo Norman |
