The birds they sang
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at the break of day
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Start again
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I heard them say
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Don't dwell on what
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has passed away
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or what is yet to be.
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Ah the wars they will
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be fought again
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The holy dove
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She will be caught again
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bought and sold
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and bought again
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the dove is never free.
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Ring the bells that still can ring
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Forget your perfect offering
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There is a crack in everything
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That's how the light gets in.
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We asked for signs
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the signs were sent:
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the birth betrayed
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the marriage spent
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Yeah the widowhood
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of every government --
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signs for all to see.
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I can't run no more
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with that lawless crowd
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while the killers in high places
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say their prayers out loud.
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But they've summoned, they've summoned up
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a thundercloud
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and they're going to hear from me.
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Ring the bells that still can ring...
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You can add up the parts
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but you won't have the sum
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You can strike up the march,
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there is no drum
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Every heart, every heart
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to love will come
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but like a refugee.
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Ring the bells that still can ring
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Forget your perfect offering
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There is a crack, a crack in everything
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That's how the light gets in.
|
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Ring the bells that still can ring
|
Forget your perfect offering
|
There is a crack, a crack in everything
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That's how the light gets in.
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That's how the light gets in.
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That's how the light gets in.
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Anthem
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| Leonard Cohen |
