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A song to think about...
(NOT mine, just saying.)


Well I heard there was a sacred chord that David played and pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do you? Well, it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift. The baffled king composing hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...

Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you. And she tied you her kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...

Well, baby I've been here before. I've seen this room and I've walked these floors. You know, I used to live alone before I knew you. And 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, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...

Well, there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below. But now you never show that to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you? The holy dove was moving too... and every breath we drew was hallelujah...

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...

Well maybe there is a God above, but all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. And it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah...