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walk into the sunlight so bright |
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illumination blocking out night |
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she knows that the promises are airtight |
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there is no doubt and you can see it in her eyes |
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you'll hear her singing to heaven - even |
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without letting out a word to be heard |
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in every single situation (none too big - none too small) |
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she looks up and the world looks on |
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she sings hallelujah |
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when all has become nothing |
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and her hope in the saviour |
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has colored all she does |
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and taints the way she loves |
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she sings hallelujah |
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and falls to the ground again |
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with hands stretched up to the sky |
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waiting for the day |
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she'll hear the father say... |
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step into the spotlight - so bright |
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a character check in the dead of night |
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to cut the stays of reason, till death defy |
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all understanding in the neighbour's eye |
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to run the race like this day's the last celebrate |
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in all we do and all we say look up |
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'cause the world looks on |
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we sing hallelujah |
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when all has become nothing |
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our hope in the saviour |
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has colored all we do |
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let it be for you |
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we'll sing hallelujah |
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and fall to the ground again |
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with hands stretched up to the sky |
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we're waiting for the day |
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we'll hear the father say |
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yeah, to hear him say |
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"well done, good and faithful one |
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enter in, come on, share with me |
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welcome home good and faithful one |
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on an on through eternity'" |
