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Must of been mid afternoon
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I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and
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He walked with a purpose
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In his sneakers, down the street
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He had, many questions
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Like children often do
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He said,
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"Tell me all your thoughts on God?"
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"Tell me am I very far?"
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Must of been late afternoon
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On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
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We count only blue cars
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Skip the cracks, in the street
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And ask many questions
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Like children often do
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We said,
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"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
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"'Cause I would really like to meet her.
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And ask her why we're who we are.
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Tell me all your thoughts on God,
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Cause I am on my way to see her.
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So tell me am I very far -
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Am I very far now?"
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It's getting cold picked up the pace
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How our shoes make hard noises in this place
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Our clothes are stained
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We pass many, cross eyed people
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And ask many questions
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Like children often do
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"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
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'Cause I would really like to meet her.
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And ask her why we're who we are.
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Tell me all your thoughts on God?
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'Cause I am on my way to see her.
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So tell me am I very far?"
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Am I very far now
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Am I very far now
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Am I very far now
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Counting blue cars
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Dishwalla |