Far between the sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
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We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
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As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
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Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
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Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
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Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
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And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
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And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed
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And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
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Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
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Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
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Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
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For the lonesome hearted lovers with too personal a tale
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And for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
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And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
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The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
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That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
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Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
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Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
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For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung out ones and worse
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And for every hung up person in the whole wide universe
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And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Chimes Of Freedom
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Jefferson Starship |