Well it goes like this, the fourth the fifth..

 

well she tied you to her kitchen chair
and she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

 

 

baby i’ve been here before
i’ve seen this room and i’ve walked this floor
ya know, i used to live alone before i knew ya

 

 

there was a time when you’d let me know
what’s really going on below
but now you never show that to me do ya

 

 

maybe there’s a god above
but all i’ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who out-drew ya
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 it’s a broken hallelujah

 

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