| The bells played an Angelus
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| As the whole world stood still
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| As I walked out on the main street
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| Leaving all that might have been
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| The bells played an Angelus
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| And the years twisted by
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| All the pain and all the gushiness
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| Gave way to tears of joy
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| I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| So very much in love
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| I curse the silver needle
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| And I curse the powers that be
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| And I curse the bloody bigotry
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| That has stolen the sacred key
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| But I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| So very much in love
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| The bells played for Gandhi
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| And for Martin Luther King
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| And a thousand more since Jesus Christ
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| As if we’ll remember them
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| And the bells played an Angelus
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| And the whole world stood still
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| She was wrapped up snug on main street
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| Melting Armageddon’s chill
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| And I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| I am still in love
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| So very much in love |