But you don't really care for music, do you?
Maybe I have been here before,
I know this room
I have walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
whats really going on below,
but now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you;
the holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Maybe there is a god above
But all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
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