Stealing glances through the key hole
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In a brick wall's wooden door
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Change are keeping quite secrets
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200 year old folklore
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And the graveyard on Elizabeth, no one ever goes
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Kneeling praying to a gravestone
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But the gravestone never tells
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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December crossing on to Chinatown
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As the wind starts to cut through
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Always, always on the lookout
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But the poisons running through you
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Stomachaches, try to concentrate
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Want the stairs on the third floor
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Now I'm asking a witch doctor but the witch doctor won't tell
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Floating on the sea stars are watching me
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Current takes me out what will be will be
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Floating on the sea stars are watching me
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Current takes me out what will be will be
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Hear the bells
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Hear The Bells
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| Vanessa Carlton |
