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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Well, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
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The minor fall, the major lift
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The baffled king composing Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Well, 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, she cut your hair
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And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Well baby, I've been here before
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I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
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I used to live alone before I knew you
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But I've seen your flag on the marble arch
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And love is not a victory march
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It's a cold and it is a broken Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Well, there was a time when you'd let me know
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What's really going on below
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But now you never show that to me, do you?
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But remember when I moved in you
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And the Holy Ghost was moving too
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And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Well, maybe there is a God above
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But all that I've ever learned from love
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Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
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It's not a cry that you hear at night
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And it is not somebody who has seen the light
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It's a cold and it is a broken Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |