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I wait to hear the bells |
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The bells, the bells, the bells |
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Cup my hand around my ear to listen for them |
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The bells |
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I ache to hear the bells |
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The bells, the bells, the bells |
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Hold my breath, hold my chest-wait for them |
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The bells |
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I start to hum a tune, oh so softly hum a tune |
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One foot from the other, and the first it follows suit |
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Oh so slowly follows suit |
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I am taken by the sun! |
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The golden glorious sun! |
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Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky! |
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I am singing at the top of my lungs! |
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I am taken by the sun! |
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Near silent behind the trees I hear them now |
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The bells |
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They are ringing, I am singing with the bells |
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There is joy I cannot spell with dry words or letters |
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I can sing it very well and it comes out much better |
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I am singing very well of the joy I cannot say |
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Without the music of the bells |
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I am taken by the sun! |
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The golden glorious sun! |
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Arms spread wide and my face toward the sky! |
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I am singing at the top of my lungs! |
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I am taken by the sun! |
