| I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill
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| I threw the day-old tea from the cup
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| Packed up the photo album Matthew had made
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| Memories of a life that's been loved
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| Took the "Get Well Soon" cards and stuffed animals
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| Poured the old ginger beer down the sink
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| Dad always told me, "Don't you cry when you're down"
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| But, mom, there's a tear every time that I blink
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| Oh, I'm in pieces. |
| It's tearing me up but I know
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| A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved
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| So, I'll sing Hallelujah
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| You were an angel in the shape of my mum
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| When I fell down you'd be there holding me up
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| Spread your wings as you go
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| And when God takes you back
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| He'll say, "Hallelujah, you're home"
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| I fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up
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| Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case
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| John said he'd drive, then put his hand on my cheek
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| And wiped a tear from the side of my face
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| And I hope that I see the world as you did 'cause I know
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| A life with love is a life that's been lived
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| So, I'll sing Hallelujah
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| You were an angel in the shape of my mum
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| When I fell down you'd be there holding me up
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| Spread your wings as you go
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| When God takes you back
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| He'll say, "Hallelujah, you're home"
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| Hallelujah
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| You were an angel in the shape of my mum
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| You got to see the person I have become
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| Spread your wings and I know
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| That when God took you back, he said, "Hallelujah, you're home" |