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Tappin' of the bell

The tappin’ of the bell, the time will tell.
Everything goes as the windy haze blows.
The tappin’ of the bell, yeah the time will tell.
Everything nobody knows.

The tappin’ of the bell, the stories they tell.
Everything pounds, the other way around.
The tappin’ of the bell, yeah the stories they tell.
All that goes up hits the ground.

Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything could be a dream.
Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything is, but unseen.

The tappin’ of the bell, the time will tell.
Whether its good or maybe misunderstood.
The tappin’ of the bell, yeah the time will tell.
Every word has its own mood.

The tappin’ of the bell, the stories they tell.
A man can do right without starting a fight.
The tappin’ of the bell, yeah the stories they tell.
All that goes in, will reside.

Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything could be a dream.
Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything is, but unseen.

All brides should be, one of you one of me.
And the ocean should be singin’ a poem.
But all you could do is be part of the sea.
With the consequence of swiming alone.

Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything could be a dream.
Bring it on down, bring it on down,
everything is, but unseen.

walter

Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 10:01 am

Auteur: ThisOldDiesel
Componist: Tangarine
Uitgever: ?
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Taal: Engels

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