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Ring them bells, you hear then from the city that dreams |
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Ring them bells from the sanctuaries |
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'Cross the valleys and streams |
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For they're deep and they're wide and the world's on its side |
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And time is running backwards and so is the bride |
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Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow |
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Ring them bells with an iron hand |
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So the people will know |
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Oh, it's rush hour now, on the wheel and the plow |
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And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow |
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Ring them bells, sweet Martha |
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For the poor man's son |
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Ring them bells so the world will know |
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That a God is one |
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Oh the shepherd is asleep, where the willows weep |
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And the mountains are filled with lost sheep |
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Oh, ring them bells for the blind and the deaf |
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Oh, ring them bells for all of us who are left |
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Oh, ring them bells for the chosen few |
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Who will judge the many when the game is through |
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Oh, ring them bells for the time that flies |
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For the child that cries when innocence dies |
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Ring them bells St. Catherine |
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From the top of the room |
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Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom |
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Oh the lines are long and the fighting is strong |
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And they're breaking down the distance |
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Between right and wrong |
