I can feel the presence of god
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Occupying my intentions
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In my soul within my thoughts
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And in wasted dreary dimensions
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These thoughts torment me
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They mold and shape me
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There¡¯s a man that I should be
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Or someone I could be
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Nothing can break me
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Nothing that I see
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You can¡¯t shake me
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You can¡¯t take me
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So set me free
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I can feel the presence of god
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In need of my attention
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In this room and in your words
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In too many ways to mention
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These thoughts torment me
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They mold and shape me
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There¡¯s a man that I should be
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Or someone I could be
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Nothing can break me
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Nothing that I see
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You can¡¯t shake me
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You can¡¯t take me
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So set me free
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I can feel the presence of love
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Holding my attention
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She torments me
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Creates and shapes me
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There¡¯s a man that I should be
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Or someone I could be
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Nothing can break me
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Nothing that I see
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You can¡¯t shake me
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You can¡¯t take me
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So set me free
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Presence Of God
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