I guess we don't quite understand down here
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What makes Him do the things He does
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Why some people go so soon
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While some grow old
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I've learned we're just a step away
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And tomorrow might be kind of tough
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Nothings promised in this life
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All you can do is believe
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[Chorus]
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So it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
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And shined upon your face
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Or how the rain would find you
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On the driest of days
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Your smile in the morning
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The way you'd reach for the sky
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How you danced in the breeze
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As people walked by
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So it must be true
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What I once heard
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God picks His favorite flowers first
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I bet He put you in his window sill
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Looking out over this big old world
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And I know Heaven sure does love
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Having you around
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In His eyes we're all the same
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But I just gotta think when He saw you
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And how perfect and pretty you were
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He just couldn't wait
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[Chorus]
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Yeah it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
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And shined upon your face
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Or how the rain would find you
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On the driest of days
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Your smile in the morning
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The way you'd reach for the sky
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How you danced in the breeze
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As people walked by
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So it must be true
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What I once heard
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God picks His favorite flowers first
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Yeah it must be true
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What I once heard
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God picks His favorite
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God picks His favorite
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Flowers first
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Favorite Flowers
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Luke Bryan |