Upon this day, if all else fails
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It seems we'll have to face the truth
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I believe for my part in this thing
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I really did love you.
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What you loved was love itself
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And trying to make a lie come true
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I believe for your part in this thing
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You hardly even knew.
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All along the city streets
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You can hear the voices swell
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Like the ringing of bells.
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Memories on days like these
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They echo like the rain in wells
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Like the ringing of bells.
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The saturation point's been reached
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Can't soak up any more regrets
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I believe from the start of this thing
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I must have paid some debts.
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Looking at you now and then
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You seem to be like someone else
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I believe at the heart of this thing
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You hardly knew yourself.
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All along the city streets
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You can hear the voices swell
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Like the ringing of bells.
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Memories on days like these
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They echo like the sea in shells
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Like the ringing of bells.
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All along the city streets
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You can hear the voices swell
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Like the ringing of bells.
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Memories on days like these
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Run deeper than time can tell
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Like the ringing of bells.
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The Ringing Of Bells
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| Al Stewart |
