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Happy Hour

Dead Artist Syndrome

He's coming through the clouds, then all closed eyes will see,
The world will make its final turn,
Those in darkness will agree,
This is the Son of God, the Lord Almighty King,
Forever we shall worship him, for all eternity,
For all eternity.

And we'll all sing together, praise to Christ Jesus, Lord,
The Worthy Lamb broke the sting of death, and redeemed us with his love,
The first and last, and always,
Who was, and is, has come to fill us with his spirit, and hold us in his love.

We'll all sing together,
The music will play on forever,
Happy hour, happy hour,
The happy hour, the happy hour,
Happy hour, the happy hour.






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