paroles de chanson Hallelujah - Prefab Sprout
There
are
all
kinds
of
things
I
could
ask
you
if
I
choose
But
I
don't
do
I
dear
good
intentions
don't
survive
here
No
instead
my
requests
tend
to
be
dumb
as
hell
Move
in
close,
closer
still,
I
hear
the
songs
of
Georgie
Gershwin
I
swear
at
you
'cos
I
believe
that
sweet
talk
like
candy
rots
teeth
No
Hallelujahs,
or
gifted
voices
To
sing
your
praises
I'd
be
walking
on
wheels
No
whoops
or
war
crys
or
caramias
All
translations
will
read
"Marry
me
now"
Well
I
sing
to
express
my
belief
that
sweet
talk
like
candy
rots
teeth
With
his
hand
on
his
heart,
it's
a
posing
place
While
draining
the
mystery
from
your
face
He
admits
all
he's
chasing
is
the
chase
But
you
won't
let
him
run
You
make
him
suffer
for
all
he's
gone
done
He'll
still
be
hurting
when
the
kingdom
comes
Move
in
close
till
you
see,
he
only
wants
what
he
can't
have
So
when
he
gets
it
he's
good
as
bad
Move
in
close,
closer
still,
I
hear
the
songs
of
Georgie
Gershwin
Oh
Hallelujah,
how
I'm
walking
on
wheels
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