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I look left then right as I step out and stumble on forwardLike bells in the sky announcing the serviceWhen clouds touch the ground in the morning afterThe death of a sigh and the echo of a humbling chorus"Hallelu--Hallelujah--Hallelu--Hallelujah"Rings from the rafters in old wooden churches.You claim logic is logical, but that's circular logic.A paradoxical paradigm that's always being shiftedTill I don't know if love is such a broken and cold...A radio song in time with a funeral processionHeadlights on the bright blue sky, the contrast of traditionAnd why I can't sleep is for the same reasons I been trying to believe in anythingAnd I shouldn't expect anyone to care, But there's things I've kept with me for some twenty-odd yearsLike the dream of my sister, she's just a little girlIn a red and black plaid dress and impossible curlsAnd we're both on a boat that's starting to sinkI see her tip forward as she starts to scream"Hallelu--Hallelujah--Hallelu--Hallelujah" (some glad morning when this life is o'er (i'll fly away (to that land on God's celestial shore (i'll fly away) From Letras Mania