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I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased 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 . . .
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and 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 . . .
Baby 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
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not the cry you can hear tonight
And it's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
That David played and it pleased 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 . . .
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and 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 . . .
Baby 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
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not the cry you can hear tonight
And it's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah . . .
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