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Bells are chiming for victory 
There's a page back in history 
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They came back to the world that they fought for 
Didn't turn out just like they thought 
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Here is a song to sing to do the measuring 
What do you lose, what do you gain, what do you win? 

Nine years later a child is born 
There's a record, so you put it on 
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Nine years more, if we're lucky now 
Nine-year-old puts his money down 
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Every scratch. every click, every heartbeat 
Every breath that I held for you 
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There's a stack of shellac and vinyl 
Which is yours now and which is mine? 
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Repeat chorus 

Bass and treble heal every hurt 
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt 
But the words are a mystery, I've heard 
'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3 
'Cos it helps with the elocution 
Corporations turn revolutions 
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So don't just weep and shed 
Just change your name instead 
What do you lose when it all goes to your head? 

I heard something peculiar said: 
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead" 
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Bells are chiming and tears are falling 
It creeps up on you without a warning 
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Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat 
Every breath that I bless 
I'd be lost, I confess 
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