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Oh Lord, it gets so complicated Oh Lord, I don't know what to do God, it looks so hopeless But I know, it isn't true What is this that gives me hope In the middle of the night And makes me turn to You? What is this that lights my way Through the hours of the day Tell me what to do? Oh Lord, they say that I don't know You Oh Lord, they say I am deceived God, You tell me different I have no choice but to believe What is this that gives me hope In the middle of the night Makes me run to You? What is this that lights my way Through the hours of the day? Tell me that it's Oh, they make you feel so foolish Oh, they make You out the fool God, it looks so hopeless But I know it isn't true What is this that gives me hope In the middle of the night Makes me turn to You? What is this that lights my way Through the hours of the day? Tell me that it's You