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I've heard there was a secret chord |
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That David played and it pleased the Lord |
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But you don't really care for music, do you? |
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It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth |
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The minor fall |
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The major lift |
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The baffled King composing Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Your faith was strong but you needed proof |
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You saw her bathing on the roof |
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Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you |
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She tied you to a kitchen chair |
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She broke your throne |
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She cut your hair |
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And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah |
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Maybe I have been here before |
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I know this room, I've walked this floor |
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I used to live alone before I knew you |
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I've seen your flag on the marble arch |
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Love is not a victory march |
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It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah |
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There was a time you let me know |
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What's real and going on below |
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But now you never show it to me, do you? |
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And remember when I moved in you |
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The holy dark was moving too |
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And every breath we drew was Hallelujah |
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Maybe there's a God above |
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And all I ever learned from love |
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Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you |
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And it's not a cry you can hear at night |
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It's not somebody who's seen the light |
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It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah |