| Blue jeans on in the living room
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| Mother’s busy with the kitchen broom
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| Nine o’clock, headlights cross the wall
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| Oh the white lines dance on the interstate
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| Going downtown, gonna stay out late
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| The band plays and they’re singing Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Some are sinners and some are saints
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| Singing the songs out loud
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| They all come for different reasons
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| They’re not strangers in this crowd
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| Some say music can save your soul
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| Others say the devil loves rock and roll
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| All that boy sees is the girl in the second row
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| Well it’s the first verse of the seventh song
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| All the underages are singing along
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| The drummer smiles and shouts out «Hallelujah!»
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Some are sinners and some are saints
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| Singing the songs out loud
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| They all come for different reasons
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| They’re not strangers in this crowd
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| After the show, the girl from the second row
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| Is at the merch booth buying a t-shirt
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| He says hello they talk about the band
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| They smile and they laugh and they flirt
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| Singing Hallelujah
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| Singing Hallelujah
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| Some are sinners and some are saints
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| Singing the songs out loud
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| They all come for different reasons
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| They’re not strangers in this crowd
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| Some are sinners and some are saints
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| Singing the songs out loud
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| They all come for different reasons
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| They’re not strangers in this crowd
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| They’re not strangers in this crowd |