It´s a cold and broken hallelujah.

She came your way, from a distance place.
Her kiss tasted like a princess bless
and from her lips you drew the hallelujah.

It seems like I´ve been here before,
In a different way, walked this floor.

Love is not a victory march,
it´s a cold and  ít´s a broken hallelujah.

There was a time when you showed me to,
but now you never show that do ya.
But remember when we kissed before,
and every breath we drew was hallelujah.

Maybe there´s a God above,
But all I ever learned from love,
was to scream a broken hallelujah.

It´s not a cry that you hear at night
It´s not somebody who´s seen the light,

It´s just a cold and it´s a broken hallelujah.




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