The Bells Of St Thomas

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[Verse 1]
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I wake up in Antwerp
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In some rich woman's bed
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There's a man with a hammer
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Inside of my head
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She says, "I couldn't wake you
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I thought you were dead
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But you talked in your sleep
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I don't know what you said"


[Verse 2]
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I look in the mirror
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My eyes bleeding red
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There's a taste in my mouth
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Of stale brandy and lead
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Don't know how I got here
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Or if I was led
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But I know it's a Sunday
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For the bells in my head


[Chorus 1]
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As they call to the faithful
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The quick and the dead
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The last days of judgement upon us
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And the bells on the roof of St. 
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Thomas
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Are calling


[Verse 3]
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Shе says, "Are you hungry?
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You look underfed"
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"No, I'd bеtter be going
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I'll have coffee instead"
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"Let me give you some money"
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I say, "There's no need
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You don't owe me nothing
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It's what we agreed"


[Verse 4]
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But the room's like a palace
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In a book I once read
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And the words that I'm thinking
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Would be better unsaid
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I search for my clothes
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Then she asks if I'll stay
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"There's a room for you here
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My husband's away"


[Chorus 2]
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The bells of St. Thomas
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Are aching with doubt
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They're cracked and they're broken
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Like the earth in a drought
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I've searched for their meaning
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I just never found out
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Whatever they're expecting from us
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Or why the bells on the roof of St.
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 Thomas
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Are crying


[Verse 5]
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I walk to the church, though it's 
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empty by now
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The roof like an overturned ship, 
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and a prow
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For a pulpit, and there it is upon 
the wall
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St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for
 us all


[Verse 6]
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It's a painting by Rubens
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Painted from life
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And it's flanked by a rich man
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And his elegant wife
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The wounds we all share
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And yet still need the proof
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You can feign your indifference
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Pretend you're aloof


[Chorus 3]
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But the wounds we're denying are 
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there all the same
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And the bells of St. Thomas start 
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ringing again
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The saint I was named for
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The sceptical brother
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The rich man's wife
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In the arms of another
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And the exit wounds
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Of a love that's gone wrong
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She said she was leaving
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But she'd already gone
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And the last days of judgement are 
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finally upon on us
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And the bells on the roof of St. 
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Thomas
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Are calling