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