| I’m stood outside the rain
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| I can see him up in the tower
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| He’s no idea of the pain I’m in
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| And I’ve been knocking on his door for hours
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| The wind whips high in the trees
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| And the bells ring loud in my ears
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| Like a broken man on his knees
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| I’m holding back my pain and tears
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| Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door
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| He’s ring, ring, ringing on his bell
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| I’m alone and so tired
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| And under some wicked spell
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| Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door
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| Won’t you please come down and let me in?
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| It’s a dreadful state of affairs, my friend
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| That I find my bad self in
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| I call up yelling in vain
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| And the night brings its shadows and fear
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| He’s no idea of the pain I’m in
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| And he’s no idea that I’m here
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| Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door
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| He’s ring, ring, ringing on his bell
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| I’m alone and so tired
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| And under some wicked spell
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| Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door
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| Won’t you please come down and let me in?
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| It’s a dreadful state of affairs, my friend
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| That I find my bad self in |