Ring them bells, ye heathen
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From the city that dreams,
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Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
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Cross the valleys and streams,
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For they're deep and they're wide
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And the world's on its side
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And time is running backwards
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And so is the bride.
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring them bells St. Peter
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Where the four winds blow,
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You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand
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So the people will know
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That the rush hour is now
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On the wheel and the plow
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And the sun is going down
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Upon the sacred cow.
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
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For the poor man's son,
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You gotta ring them bells so the world will know
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That God is one.
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For the shepherd is asleep
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Where the willows weep
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And the mountains are filled
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With little lost sheep.
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Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
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Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
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Ring them bells for the chosen few
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Who will 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 that cries
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When innocence dies.
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Ring them bells St. Catherine
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From the top of the room,
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Now ring them bells from the fortress
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For the lilies in bloom.
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For the lines, they are all long
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And the fighting is strong
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And they're breaking down the distance
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Between right and wrong.
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring them bells, ring them bells!
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Ring Them Bells
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Alice In Chains |