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You can ring my bell, ring my bell
Ding dong ding…
But baby, get it straight
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’
Roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I’ll always love
I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
From the stars back to our cities,
where we’ve never felt so small…
Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
So use it and prove it
Remove this whirling sadness
One perfect morning I was all alone
Listening to the blaze of summer
I was falling
I was floating in a golden haze
Breathing in the sky blue sounds
Of memories of other days
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
Like the whispering wind you stand here with me
I see your dreams all slip away