| My hands, your hands
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| We can all unclench our fists
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| We’ve grown up right
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| And our parents taught us this
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to ya?
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| The bells have all been rung
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| The songs have all been sung
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| The old church is reborn as a luxury hotel
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| All the preachers are on the beach
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| They’re all sunburning in hell
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to ya?
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| The bells have all been rung
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| The songs have all been sung
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| Let’s throw the old book out
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| Let’s let our hair down
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| There’s monsters all around
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| But we all end up in the ground
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| They can meet us there in the
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| Beautiful, beautiful ground
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| Oh, my soul
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| Ain’t no saving it
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| You and me, we can’t seem to behave in it
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| Rock and roll, we’re still playing it
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| I don’t know what else to believe
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to ya?
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| The bells have all been rung
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| The songs have all been sung
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| Let’s throw the old book out
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| Let’s let our hair down
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| There’s monsters all around
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| But we all end up in the ground
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| I want to find what I still haven’t found
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| I want to hold you while you’re still around
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| I want to follow your north star down
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| While I lie with you there on the ground
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| I want to lie with you there on the
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| Beautiful, beautiful ground
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to ya?
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| The bells have all been rung
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| The songs have all been sung |