| When I wake up,
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| and the day begins,
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| do I hold my breath
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| and count to ten?
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| Or will it be three?
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| We’ll see, we’ll see.
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| It depends on which day of the week.
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| And so I sing out,
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| I sing out loud.
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| I’m just one tiny motherfucker singing proud.
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| Singing glory,
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| Glory,
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| Hallelujah.
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| Yeah, that’ll do.
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| Yeah, that’ll do.
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| In the arms of a city
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| that holds no trace for,
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| the face or,
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| space for you and me.
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| So go make your life,
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| not a living.
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| Singing glory,
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| Glory,
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| Hallelujah.
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| Yeah, that’ll do.
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| There’s things to know,
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| and so we’re told.
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| But the days
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| keep rolling on so painfully slow.
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| They say there’s ways to grow,
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| but blow by blow,
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| Ya see, it all gets lost somewhere.
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| See, I already forgot.
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| So sing out,
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| Sing out loud.
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| You can be another mother fucker singing proud.
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| Singing glory,
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| Glory,
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| Remind me, glory, glory, glory, hallelu…
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| We should all keep pretending,
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| that our dreams are patent pending,
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| You should see
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| some of the scenes that I’ve seen.
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| And I know love,
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| 'cause I’ve flown above
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| and beyond,
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| but it’s still too long of a wait.
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| So I sing out,
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| I sing out loud,
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| We can be 10,000 mother fuckers singing proud,
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| Sing out glory, glory, glory, glory, hallelu.
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| Yea, that’ll do,
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| Yea, that’ll do.
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| I’ll sing my stories for you,
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| and you will sing for me, too,
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| and together,
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| we can make it through.
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| They say,
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| «When you sing you’re prayin’twice.»
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| Don’t that sound nice?
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| So, rise up,
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| come on, and give it a try.
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| So sing out,
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| Sing out loud,
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| We can be 6 billion mother fuckers singing proud,
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| Oh, sing it loud,
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| Sing glory,
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| Glory, glory, glory,
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| Hallelu… Hallelu… Hallelu…
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| Hal… Hal… Hallelu… Hallelu… jah…
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| Hallelujah…
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| Hallelu…
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| Oh, say hallelu. |