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It's been a long day coming, seems like it'll go on |
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Your window is open to the night and your coffee's still warm |
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You're feeling good now, looking well |
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Being soothed by the sound of the Christchurch bells |
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As the hours turn, you can hear them |
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They'll be ringing time |
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John, he lives in this town, repairs old watches and clocks |
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They don't give him much time, no, he doesn't know what's gone wrong |
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He keeps on moving on this lonely road from hell |
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Asking for forgiveness underneath Christchurch bells |
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As the hours turn, you can hear them |
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They'll be ringing time |
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Still the hours turn, you can hear them |
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As the time goes by, go by |
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Sunsets over the city, clouds are rising |
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And you can see clear up to the night time sky |
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And if you're feeling precious, you want to do well |
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Think of others, ask for a prayer underneath Christchurch bells |
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As the hours turn, you can hear them |
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They'll be ringing time |
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Still the hours turn, you can hear them |
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As the time goes by, go by |
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You can hear them and they're ringing |
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As the time goes by |