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Go[A]d is in the ro[D]ses, The pe[A]tals, and the th[D]orns. St[A]orms out on the oc[D]eans So[A]uls who will be bo[D]rn A[A]nd every drop of rain that fa[D]lls Fa[A]lls for those who mo[D]urn
GAod is in the roDses, and the thoArns. The sAun is on the cemeDtery LeAaves are on the stoDnes TheAre never was a plDace on EaArth That felt so much like hoDme
WeE're falling like the velDvet petals, We'Ere bleeding and we're toDrn, But GAod is in the roB7ses, and the thorns. [F#m] [D] x3
IA love you like a broDther A[A] father and A so[D]n, WAe may not last forDever BAut it never will be doDne MAy whole world fits inDside the moAment I saw you be reDborn, GAod is in the roDses, AAnd that day was filled with roDses GAod is in the roDses AAnd the thDorns.