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Well, I heard there was a secret chord,
David played and he pleased the lord,
But you don't really care for music, do you.
Well, it goes like this the fourth the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift.T
he baffled king composin' hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof,
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you,
And she tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne and she cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Oh, baby I have been her before,
I've seen this room and I walked this floor.
You know, I used to live alone before I knew you,
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
And love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well, there was a time when you let me now,
what's really going on below.
But now you never show that to me, do you.
And remember when I moved to you,
the holy dove was moving to,
And every breath we drew was hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well, maybe there is a God above,
But all that I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry,
That you 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.
Well, I heard there was a secret chord,
David played and he pleased the lord,
But you don't really care for music, do you.
Well, it goes like this the fourth the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift.T
he baffled king composin' hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof,
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you,
And she tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne and she cut your hair.
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Oh, baby I have been her before,
I've seen this room and I walked this floor.
You know, I used to live alone before I knew you,
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
And love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well, there was a time when you let me now,
what's really going on below.
But now you never show that to me, do you.
And remember when I moved to you,
the holy dove was moving to,
And every breath we drew was hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
Well, maybe there is a God above,
But all that I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry,
That you 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.
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