Listen if you will, I have a tale to tell
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Of an unfortunate man, the name of Solomon Snell
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And the philosophy he should have embraced
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That says no matter what you do, you'll never be safe
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Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell
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Too much trust is the road to hell
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Rightfully nervous, he took every precaution
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He paid three armed men to drive him to Boston
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But wouldn't you know it, he was broke on arrival
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His own men robbed him and took off in style
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So he wanted to marry a girl who was true
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And on the basis of her name he would fidelity prove
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She had a handsome cousin she would visit in Charlotte
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Well, she said he was her cousin, the brazen harlot
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Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell
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He played it safe and it didn't end well
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Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell
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Too much trust is the road to hell
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He caught yellow fever, down Charleston way
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Before you knew it, they were digging his grave
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But he was most terrified of being buried alive
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And so to his finger a bell was tied
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You see Snell had arranged for a man to be paid
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To listen for the bell when he was buried in his grave
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But the man got drunk and when the bell did sound
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Solomon lived but he stayed in the ground
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No one heard a sound
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Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell
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Too much trust is the road to hell
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Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell
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You can play it safe but it won't end well
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You can play it safe but it won't end well
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You can play it safe but it won't end well
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The Tale Of Solomon Snell
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| Duncan Sheik |
