| Staring at the shoreline
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| Wishing for some hope
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| The weight of empty fishing nets
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| Is more than twisted rope
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| And underneath stern faces
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| They wait with baited breath
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| With broken hearts from hoping
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| While casting out their nets
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| See the figure on the shore
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| He speaks His words like plain men sing
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| His hands they still have holes in them
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| Glory to the King
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| Can you hear the bells are ringing
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| Far, far, away?
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| Can you hear the voices singing
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| Far, far, away?
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| And Peter was a liar
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| A traitor just like me
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| And Judas was a hypocrite
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| And Paul a Pharisee
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| When truth can be so distant
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| And hope evades our reach
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| Peter swam across the water
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| And found it on the beach
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| Can you hear the bells are ringing
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| Far, far, away?
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| Can you hear the voices singing
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| Far, far, away?
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| Can you hear them? |
| Bells are ringing
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| Far, far away
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| Can you hear them? |
| Voices singing
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| Far, far away
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| I know that one day soon a song shall rise
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| You’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes
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| I hear they’ll hang you upside down
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| Stretched across two boards
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| For hearing distant voices
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| And crossing to the Lord
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| Can you hear the bells are ringing
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| Far, far, away?
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| Can you hear the voices singing
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| Far, far, away?
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| Can you hear them? |
| Bells are ringing
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| (Can you hear the bells are ringing)
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| Far, far, away
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| Can you hear them? |
| Voices singing
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| (Can you hear the voices singing)
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| Far, far, away
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| I know that one day soon a song shall rise
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| You’ll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes |