| Ring them bells, Peter ring them bells
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| Wonder where’s my mother been?
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| Floatin' above that world of sin?
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| Wearing that cardboard sign again?
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| Ring them bells, Peter ring them bells
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| Wonder who’ll my children be?
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| Strangers like their mom and me?
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| Cork spots on the apple tree?
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| Some go chasing motorcars
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| Some rush inward as they are…
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| …cat tracks on the reservoir
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| Orange in the grass, roll away!
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| Mother McKenzie in the nightshade!
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| Joshua resurrected Hemingway!
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| Penny, leaded glass — get away!
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| Heron of the past with a baked clay!
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| Truth swans! |
| kaleidoscopic highway!
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| Michael, won’t you row that boat ashore?
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| Your little brother can’t paddle anymore!
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| Another dark star bottled in a bell jar
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| They say the river runs deep but it’s not wide…
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| You wanna guess who’s sleeping on the other side?
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| (Peter, ring them bells)
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| Harry’s still alive, just fine!
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| No cancer, now just a little throat line!
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| (wonder where’ve my friendships gone?)
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| Craft mines! |
| Our needle of the white pine!
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| (Peter, ring them bells)
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| St. James sabbath of the 8th day
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| Still part Rabbit like his uncle A.
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| (Lies that I was depending on?)
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| Andavanay! |
| Andavanay!
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| (Sister, trim them sails)
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| Sammy with his daddy in the foxhole
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| Voice of a jaguar &a heart of gold
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| (Boastin' talk gonna sink my soul)
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| Michael, row that boat ashore!
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| (Brother, lend a helping hand)
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| And if either of our wives need a little time
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| (But you, poor children, how you gonna land?)
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| You and I’ll take the kids to the county line
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| I bet you Sarah knows the place I don’t have in mind
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| (What voices you been hearin'
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| As waters rise and darkness comin' in?)
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| Andavanay!
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| Have you heard from heaven today?
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| Tell me then, what’d Gabriel say?
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| Am I still on that narrow way? |