| The bells are tolling for me and my love
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| Discreet horizon’s fading, but fading from my trust
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| All the walls are falling 'round my ears
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| I can see the writing’s on the wall
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| I always place my trust in you
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| Reaching out for what is mine
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| Pulling down the miserable blinds
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| Empty beds for an empty mind
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| Something difficult to describe
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| Content but not quite safe
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| I stood and watched you fade away
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| I always placed my trust in you
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| Reaching out for what is mine
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| Pulling down the miserable blinds
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| I always place my trust in you
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| People flying into the blinds
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| How can we be so kind?
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| Help yourself to another bite
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| Everything will be alright
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| The table’s turning 'round to you
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| ? |
| it well before the silver cracks in two
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| (the bells are tolling) for me and my life
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| (horizon's fading) for me and my life
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| (the walls are falling) for me and my life
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| Can’t you tell me what’s the use?
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| (the tables turning) for me and my life |