| And we go a day, not believing God
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| The gray skies fell, we felt the pressure drop
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| And we were feeling down
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| Some eyes were looking down at us
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| The souls that made the call
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| The judge what when they spoke said, «Not at all»
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| The words that came made not a sound
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| A mouth said, «Not a sound at all»
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| What Sheldon said, «We wrote a book»
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| And rearranged the size and forms to look like something understood
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| Like something we had seen before
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| And waiting pent, save, sad, and look
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| Up to the stars and counting all the suns and all the moons
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| How sad it was that we could not believe
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| And everyone who believes
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| And everyone who believes
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| And they said,
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| We all said hallelujah
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| We all said hallelujah
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| And everyone moves around with ease
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| And everyone who with ease around and then,
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| We all said hallelujah
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| We all want answers anyway
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| Still we could not conceive the call
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| The midnight fell, we felt the measure fall
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| And we were feeling down
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| Some eyes were looking down at us
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| And waiting pent, save, sad, and look
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| Up to the stars and counting all the suns and all the moons
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| How sad it was that we could not believe
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| And everyone who believes
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| And everyone who believes
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| And they said,
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| We all said hallelujah
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| We all said hallelujah
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| And everyone moves around with ease
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| And everyone fell right to their knees and then,
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| We all said hallelujah
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| We all want answers anyway
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| We all want answers anyway |