Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)
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I | heard | there | was | a | secret | chord | that | David |
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played | and | it | pleased | the | Lord, | but | you | don't |
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really | care | for | music | do | ya? | | It | goes | like |
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this: | the | fourth, | the | fifth, | the | minor | fall, | the |
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major | lift, | the | baffled | king | com | posing | halle | lujah |
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| Halle | lujah, | Halle | lujah, | Halle | lujah, |
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Your | faith | was | strong | but | you | needed | proof. | You |
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saw | her | bathing | on | the | roof. | Her | beauty | and | the |
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moonlight | overthrew | ya. | | She | tied | you | to | a |
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kitchen | chair. | She | broke | your | throne, | and | she |
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cut | your | hair. | And | from | your | lips | she | drew | the |
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You | say | I | took | the | name | in | vain. | I | don't | even |
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know | the | name. | but | if | I | did, | well | really, | what's |
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it | to | ya? | | There's | a | blaze | of | light | in | every |
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word. | It | doesn't | matter | which | you | heard, | the |
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holy | or | the | broken | Halle | lujah |
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Baby, | I've | been | here | before | I | know | this | room |
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I've | walked | this | floor | I | used | to | live | a | lone |
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before | I | knew | ya. | | I've | seen | your | flag | on | the |
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marble | arch. | Love | is | not | a | victory | march. | It's | a |
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cold | and | it's | a | broken | halle | lujah |
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There | was | a | time | you | let | me | know | what's | really |
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going | on | below, | but | now | you | never | show | that | to |
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me | do | ya? | | I | re | member | when | I | moved | in | you | The |
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holy | dove | was | moving | too | And | every | breath | we |
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I | did | my | best, | it | wasn't | much, | I | couldn't | feel, |
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so | I | tried | to | touch, | I've | told | the | truth, | I |
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didn't | come | to | fool | ya. | | And | even | though | it | all |
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went | wrong, | I'll | stand | before | the | Lord | of | Song |
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with | nothing | on | my | tongue | but | Halle | lujah |
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Maybe | there's | a | God | above, | but | all | I've | ever |
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learned | from | love | was | how | to | shoot | some | body | who |
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out | drew | ya. | | It's | not | a | cry | you | hear | at | night, |
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it's | not | somebody | who's | seen | the | light. | It's | a |
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cold | and | it's | a | broken | halle | lujah |
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