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 you lose, what you gain, what 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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Here is a song to sing to do the measuring

What you lose, what you gain, what you win?



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 you weep and shed

Just change your name instead

What 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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