| Kubrick in maroon
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| Needle and a spoon
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| Swearing hands on fire
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| Burning with sweet desire
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Broken down by the side of the road
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| Firebird away from home
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| Hallelujah
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| Now you ask what I am feeling
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| As my memories are seething
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| And I’m waking up screaming
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| But it’s what I believe in
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| Hallelujah
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| Hoppers waiting room
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| Painted in perfume
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| Endings inside a book
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| All the chances that I took
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Now you ask what I am feeling
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| As my memories are seething
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| And I’m waking up screaming
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| But its what I believe in
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| Hallelujah
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| Don’t know how long it’s been
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| I was born in an hourglass
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| Running fast at the end of time
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| Right around where the roses grow
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| Streets I’ve known from the early morn
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| Built a wall so high I was torn
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| Climbing for this moment that I need
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| Now to make it start
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| We must fall together and not apart
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| And if it stops now that spring is close
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| We will never know
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| When you tell me you’re leaving
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| Take the air that I’m breathing
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| And I’m waking up screaming
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| But it’s what I believe in
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah |