| God loves a lullaby
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| In a mother’s tears in the dead of night
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| Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
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| God loves the drunkard’s cry
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| The soldier’s plea not to let him die
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| Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
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| We pour out our miseries
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| God just hears a melody
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| Beautiful, the mess we are
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| The honest cries of breaking hearts
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| Are better than a Hallelujah
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| The woman holding on for life
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| The dying man giving up the fight
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| Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
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| The tears of shame for what’s been done
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| The silence when the words won’t come
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| Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
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| We pour out our miseries
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| God just hears a melody
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| Beautiful, the mess we are
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| The honest cries of breaking hearts
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| Are better than a Hallelujah
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| Better than a church bell ringing
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| Better than a choir singing out, singing out
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| We pour out our miseries
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| God just hears a melody
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| Beautiful, the mess we are
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| The honest cries of breaking hearts
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| Are better than a Hallelujah
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| We pour out our miseries
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| God just hears a melody
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| Beautiful, the mess we are
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| The honest cries of breaking hearts
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| Are better than a Hallelujah
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| (Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
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| Better than a Hallelujah
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| (Better than a Hallelujah sometimes) |