Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids all called her Holly
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And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties
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These parties they start lovely
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But they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody
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The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft
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She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass
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She was limping left on broken heels
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When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"
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Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that
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And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back
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St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints they waved me through
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I was all wrapped up in some video booth when I heard her say "I love you too"
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She said I've laid beneath my lovers but I've never gotten laid
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Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid
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She spent half last winter just trying to get paid
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From some guy she originally thought to be her savior
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They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars
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They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace"
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Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that
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She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back
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Walk on back, walk on back
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She said don't turn me on again
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I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again
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Don't turn me on again
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I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again
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So don't turn me on again
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I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again
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Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced
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So we all got kind of curious
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Walk on back...
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How A Resurrection Really Feels
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The Hold Steady |