| Far between sundown’s finish
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| An' midnights broken toll
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| We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
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| As majestic bells of bolts
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| Struck shadows in the sound
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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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| An' for each an' every underdog soldier in the night
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| An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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| Even though a cloud’s white curtain
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| In a far-off corner flashed
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| An' 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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| An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
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| An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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| Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
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| Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
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| As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
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| Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
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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 an' worse
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| An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
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| An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing |