| Well far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
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| We ducked inside the doorway thunder crashin'
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| As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun
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| Sayin' it may be the chimes of freedom flashin'
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| Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
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| Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight
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| And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
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| We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
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| Well in the city’s melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
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| With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin'
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| As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain
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| Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin'
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| Yeah tollin' for the rebel yeah tollin' for the raked
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| Tollin' for the luckless the abandoned and forsaked
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| Yeah tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes
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| And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
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| And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed
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| There’s a hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftin'
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| Well electric light still struck like arrows
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| Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin'
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| Well tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless secret trail
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| For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale
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| And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail
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| Yeah we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
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| Well starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught
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| Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended
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| As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
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| Spellbound and swallowed «Has the tollin' ended?»
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| Yeah tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
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| For the countless confused accused misused strung out ones at worst
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| And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe
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| We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |