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Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll |
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We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' |
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As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun |
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Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom flashin' |
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Hey, flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight |
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Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight |
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And for each and every underdog, soldier in the night |
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We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |
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Well, in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly, we watched |
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With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin' |
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As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain |
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Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin' |
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Yeah, tollin' for the rebel, yeah, tollin' for the raked |
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Tollin' for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked |
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Yeah, tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes |
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And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |
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Oh yeah! |
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And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed |
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There's a hypnotic, splattered mist was slowly liftin' |
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Well, electric light still struck like arrows |
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Fired but for the ones, condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin' |
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Well, tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless, secret trail |
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For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale |
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And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail |
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Yeah, we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |
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Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught |
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Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended |
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As we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look |
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Spellbound and swallowed "Has the tollin' ended?" |
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Yeah, tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed |
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For the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst |
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And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe |
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And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |
