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I've heard there was a secret chord,
that David played to please the Lord.
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty, in the moonlight, overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne,
she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Maybe I’ve been here before.
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch.
Love is not a victory march.
It’s cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

There was a time you’d let me know
what’s real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
and all I learned from love
was shoot at someone who outdrew you.
It’s not a cry you can hear at night.
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light.
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Ett enda stort TACK!