| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| Painted pictures on your wall
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| At nostalgia’s beck and call
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| Winter, spring, summer, and fall
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| And the rhythmic click, as the record skips
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| At the end of side two is inside of you, it has begun
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| Whispers of the sun
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| No way, no fun
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| No way, that’s all
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| You walk alone, yeah
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| But you come running back to me
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| Come running and then you’ll see
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| Come running back to me
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| Ring that bell
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| I know you gotta ring that bell
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| You know you wanna ring that bell
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| I know you wanna ring that bell
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| Oh yeah
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| Painted over all your walls
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| Cartwheels, flips, and summersaults
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| Every year, by _____(?) fall
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| In the rhythmic click as you lick your lips
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| Bombs away, go bang boom
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| And inside of you it has begun
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| Whispers of the sun
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| No way, no fun
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| Well folks, that’s all
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| Well folks, that’s all
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| Now, walk on
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| (Yeah)
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| (Mhm)
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| But you’ll come running back to me
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| Come running and then you’ll see
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| Come running back to me
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| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| Ring that bell
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| I know you wanna ring that bell
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| You know you wanna ring that bell
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| Oh yeah, ring that bell |