| Hark how the bells
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| Sweet silver bells
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| All seem to say
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| Throw cares away
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| Towers appear
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| Different this year
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| Something has changed
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| Songs are so strange
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| Belltowers ring
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| Gaze as they sing
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| Songs ushering
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| End of all things
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| Oh how they pound
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| Raising the sound
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| O’er hill and dale
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| Telling their tale
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| Men market fear
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| War drawing near
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| Lines being drawn
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| Red is the dawn
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| Harvest the soul
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| Rivers of blood
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| New World to come
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| (Very very very last Christmas)
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| Belltowers echo through turret and spire
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| Signal the imminent, powers conspire
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| Artillery melodies, symbols converge
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| Our threadbare hopes on the wire
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| Belltowers ring
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| Gaze as they sing
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| Songs ushering
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| End of all things
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| Oh how they pound
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| Raising the sound
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| O’er hill and dale
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| Telling their tale
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| Men market fear
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| War drawing near
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| Lines being drawn
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| Red is the dawn
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| Harvest the soul
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| Rivers of blood
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| New World to come
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| Belltowers ring
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| Gaze as they sing
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| Songs ushering (What if this was)
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| The end of all things (The very, very, very last…)
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| (The spirit and the bride say come)
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| Spirit and the bride say come (come, come)
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| Spirit and the bride say come
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| (Spirit and the bride say come)
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| Spirit and the bride say come
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| What if this was the very, very, very last Christmas? |