The Witch's Bottle
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof,
You saw her bathing on the roof,
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied to you a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips, she drew that Hallelujah
She sang her four Hallelujahs, each one weaker and weaker. Her voice would rebound as she continued in lyric, then dim again at Hallelujah.
I've seen your flag and marble arch,
But love is not a victory march,
It is a cold and it is a broken Hallelujah
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