| I 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 and the major lift
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| The baffled king composing, 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, 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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| You say I took the name in vain
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| Though I don’t even know the name
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| But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
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| There’s a blaze of light in every word
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| It doesn’t matter what you heard
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| The holy or the broken, Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah…
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| I did my best, it wasn’t much
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| I couldn’t feel so I tried to touch
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| I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
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| And even though it all went wrong
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| I’ll stand before the Lord of song
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| With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Well, maybe there’s a God above
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| But 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 no complaint you hear tonight
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| It’s not some pilgrim who’s seen the light
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| It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |