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Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest): Relax, enjoy yourself You know it's only a glorious game They've fruit trees growin' in an open field And wild roses bloomin' down a country lane Look around, old chum Slow it down, old chum Or you never will succeed You never will succeed [The Devil is still pretty unhappy] Relax, enjoy yourself It's all such a wonderful game There are rivers and forests, And mountains high There are deep green oceans And the pale blue sky Let it go and then, you will know, old friend That you never will succeed You never will succeed Chinese Angel Child (to the Devil): It must be very trying to be bad all the time Vicious and cruel and mean Letras de canciones[you get used to it] When there's so much beauty All round us to be seen And so very little time in which to see it all And feel it all So little time [you should know] Perhaps when you were little No one held you in their arms And told you that they loved you very much Perhaps you were embittered By your fall from Grace Devil: How long have you been dead? Angel Child: Two Months D: Do you miss your friends? AC: Yes, I miss them I've tried to make friends here, but it's hard D: Yes, they resent you AC: Perhaps D: They know you're smarter than they are AC: Perhaps D: Yes AC: Perhaps D: Yes AC: Yes D: Your parents, do you miss them? Do you wish that you were with them? AC: Yes, I miss them I do miss them D: The man who shot you in the head In that Burger King in Tucson Well, he never will be punished you know He will move to Big Pine, California Become the richest man in Mono County While that may not be much, it's enough When he dies Sixty-five years from today With his loved ones all around him He'll be whisked right up to heaven He won't pass go or have to wait He'll just march right through the God-damned gate Why you may ask yourself why For thousands and thousands of years I have asked myself why Lord: Faith Angels: Contrition L: Sincere contrition. Confession. A: Yes Lord L: Sincere confession A: Yes Lord. Yes Lord L: Redemption. Absolution Those who seek Me shall find Me In the case of this man, Predestination A: Predestination L: My ways are mysterious Sometimes even to myself My ways are mysterious Devil: Relax, old chum, relax It's all just a beautiful game that we're playing And in a few more years When I move up here Things will never be the same Same Same Same From Letras Mania