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Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams |
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Ring them bell from the sanctuaries, '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 a-runnin' 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 so the people will know |
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Oh it's rush hour now. on the wheel of the plow |
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And the sun is a-goin' down upon the sacred cow |
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Ring them bells sweet martha for the poor man's son |
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Ring them bells so the world will know that god is one |
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For the shepherd is asleep where the willow weep |
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And the mountain is filled with lost sheep |
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Ring them bells - for the blind and the deaf |
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Ring them bells - all those who are left |
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Ring them bells - for the chosen few |
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Who'll judge the many when the game is through |
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Ring them bells - for the time that flies |
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For the child who cries when innocence dies |
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Ring them bells st. catherine from the top of the roof |
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Ring the bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloom |
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For the lines are long and the fighting is strong |
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And they're breakin' down the distance between right and wrong |
