Hallelujah...
Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moolight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen-chair
She broke your throne and cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moolight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen-chair
She broke your throne and cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Jag vill ha tillbaka mitt Hallelujah. Livet är inte som det var.
//M<3
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