| My bell tower’s ringing but it isn’t you singing
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| We don’t know that song anymore
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| And winter bones breaking if it ain’t shook it’s shaking
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| This tangle of fate outside my door
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| Oh threadbare in peril this cold christmas carol
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| We jump from the bridge in our mind
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| It’s one for the money, at two you go hungry
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| My blue shoes are draggin the line
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| Leave a lantern, on the trail
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| I’m not asking for much just your meadowsweet touch
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| If by morning you’re ready to sail
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| Don’t wait for so long cause you know that I’m gone
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| You can lock up your treasure and take drastic measures
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| We march toward the grave all the same
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| It’s a short life of trouble your church turns to rubble
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| And beauty has never had a name
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| Well my head’s in your branches, I squandered my chances
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| I’ve given the last I can give
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| This empire’s falling the pace is appalling
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| How can a poor man stand such time and live
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| So leave a lantern on the trail
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| I’m not asking for much just your meadowsweet touch
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| If by morning you’re ready to sail
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| Don’t wait for so long cause you know that I’m gone |