remember when we thought god was real
we thought our hearts were what he'd steal
we thought in time we'd know how to feel
we didn't know cohen's hallelujah
victory marches were what we knew
we thought there was nothing we couldn't do
we were invincible with every breath we drew
we'd never heard the word hallelujah
you held my wrist in your stable hand
until i screamed and cried and took a stand
but your fingerprints left a permanent brand
a symbol of our only hallelujah
we didn't walk by an old canal
we didn't stop in to a strange hotel
we always thought we were parallel
to our own faint hallelujah
that vacant lot on an autumn night
the last time i would ever see the light
you saw it, too, but in a different shade of white
spelling out a revealing hallelujah
i turned my back on god that day
when you blatantly told me you couldn't stay
i ran inside and threw away
every bit of any hallelujah
and now i'm hoping you'll change your mind
hoping the planets will somehow align
praying to a god for a simple sign
screaming and crying hallelujah
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