Bells are chiming for victory
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There's a page back in history
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They came back to the world that they fought for
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Didn't turn out just like they thought
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[Chorus:]
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Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
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What did you lose?
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What did you gain?
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What did you win?
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Nine years later a child is born
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There's a record, so you put it on
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Nine years more, if we're lucky now
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Nine-year-old puts his money down
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Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
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Every breath that I held for you
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There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
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Which is yours now and which is mine?
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[Chorus]
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Bass and treble heal every hurt
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There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
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But the words are a mystery, I've heard
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'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3
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'Cos it helps with the elocution
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Corporations turn revolutions
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So don't you weep and shed
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Just change your name instead
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What do you lose when it all goes to your head?
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I heard something peculiar said:
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"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead"
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Bells are chiming and tears are falling
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It creeps up on you without a warning
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Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
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Every breath that I bless
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I'd be lost, I confess
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| Elvis Costello |
