| Traffic cars, cell phone calls, talk radio screams at me Through my tinted windows I see a little girl, rust red minivan
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| She’s got chocolate on her face, got little hands
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| And she waves at me, yeah, she smiles at me Well, hello world, how’ve you been?
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| Sometimes I feel cold as steel
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| Broken like I’m never gonna heal
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| I see a light, little hope in the little girl
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| Well, hello world
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| Every day I drive by a little white church
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| It’s got these little white crosses like angels in the yard
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| Maybe I should stop on in and say a prayer
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| Maybe talk to God like he is there
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| Oh, I know He’s there, yeah, I know He’s there
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| Well, hello world, how’ve you been?
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| Sometimes I feel as cold as steel
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| And broken like I’m never gonna heal
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| I see a light, little grace, little faith unfurl
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| Well, hello world
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| Sometimes I forget what living’s for
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| And I hear my life through my front door
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| And I’ll be there, oh, I’m home again
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| I see my wife, little boy, little girl
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| Hello world, hello world
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| Oh, the empty disappears
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| I remember why I’m here
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| To surrender and believe
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| I fall down on my knees
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| Oh hello world, hello world, hello world |