| How do the living raise the dead?
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| Up from the depths
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| There’s much to say that’s not been said
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| Appeal of bells
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| Ringing in time
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| Like cutting knives
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| A calling and a compromise
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| Follow the chimes — do join us in the night
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| In an echoing wood they sway
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| In the costume of their day
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| The dead and living dance together
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| It’s the time and it’s the weather
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| Common men, uncommon crimes
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| Long since denied
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| They’re devils from the other side
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| Well now, if you hear their song
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| And feel compelled to stay
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| We’ll note the time, we’ll note the day
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| Follow the chimes — do join us in the night
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| Rum and the devil’s mob
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| In a dance macabre
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| And we’ve sent out invitations
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| To late friends abroad |