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Don't Become a ghost without no Colour

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" I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it 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. Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrough She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah. Well, maybe I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor I used to live with Leonard before I knew I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah. There was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath you drew was Hallelujah.
And maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya Well it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah. It's not what you're told It's not her face It's not his touch In the room you both share Where he's gone when he loved When your time and your memory fills your dreams When you're honest and together Together no more No more Hallelujah, until you're nothing Hallelujah, baby, until she's everywhere Hallelujah, until together you are somewhere I'd lost Hallelujah, Hallelujah. "

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