I'm trying to work things out
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I'm trying to comprehend
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Am I the chance result
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Of some great accident
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I hear a rhythm call me
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The echo of a grand design
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I spend each night in the backyard
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Staring up at the stars in the sky
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I have another meeting today
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With my new counselor
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My mom will cry and say
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I don't know what to do with her
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She's so unresponsive
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I just cannot break through
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She spends all night in the backyard
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Staring up at the stars and the moon
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They have a chart and a graph
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Of my despondency
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They want to chart a path
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For self-recovery
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And want to know what I'm thinking
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What motivates my mood
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To spend all night in the backyard
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Staring up at the stars and the moon
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Maybe this was made for me
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For lying on my back in the middle of a field
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Maybe that's a selfish thought
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Or maybe there's a loving God
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Maybe I was made this way
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To think and to reason and to question and to pray
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And I have never prayed a lot
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But maybe there's a loving God
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Maybe this was made for me
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For lying on my back in the middle of a field
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Maybe that's a selfish thought
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Or maybe there's a loving God
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Maybe I was made this way
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To think and to reason and to question and to pray
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And I have never prayed a lot
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But maybe there's a loving God
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And that may be a foolish thought
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Or maybe there is a God
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And I have never prayed a lot
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But maybe there's a loving God
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Maybe There's A Loving God
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Sara Groves |