she broke your thrown, she cut your hair... and from your lips she drew a hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, maybe I've been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone. I saw your flag on the concrete, love is not a victory march, it's a cold, it's a broken
hallelujah.
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