Look at me, I'm a bright machine
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Look at me, I'm old and green
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Look at me, I'm 23
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Standing on the ground
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There's a different kind of darkness now
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That fills the room right now
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And there's a childhood that no longer needed me
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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And Alleluia is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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And Alleluia is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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Look at me, I'm a bright machine
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Look at me, I'm old and mean
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Look at me, I'm 53
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Lying on the ground
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There's a different kind of meaning now
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That fills this room right now
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Makes the days a little longer
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And the years go on and on and on
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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And Alleluia, it is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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And Alleluia, it is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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Look at me, I'm a bright machine
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Look at me, I'm old and mean
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Look at me, I'm 103
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And I'm buried in the ground
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There's a different kind of darkness now
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That fills the sky at night
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And I'll sit here by the wayside
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And let the angels take me home
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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Alleluia, it is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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And I hope that you don't feel the same
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And Alleluia, it is her name
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Sunday morning will never change for me
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And a young man, he went walking
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From the hills of Alabama
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And he settled on a highway girl
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From north Louisiana
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Bright Machine
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Virginia Coalition |