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[ti:chimes of freedom] |
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[ar:the byrds] |
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[al:original singles a's & b's 1965 - 1971] |
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[offset:-100] |
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Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll |
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We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing |
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As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds |
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Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing |
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Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight |
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Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight |
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An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night |
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An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing |
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Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared |
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An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting |
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Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones |
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Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting |
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Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail |
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For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale |
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An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail |
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Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught |
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Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended |
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As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look |
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Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended |
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Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed |
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For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse |
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An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe |
