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I'm stood outside the rain |
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I can see him up in the tower |
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He's no idea of the pain I'm in |
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And I've been knocking on his door for hours |
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The wind whips high in the trees |
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And the bells ring loud in my ears |
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Like a broken man on his knees |
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I'm holding back my pain and tears |
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Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door |
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His ring, ring, ringing on his bell |
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I'm alone and so tired |
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And under some wicked spell |
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Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door |
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Won't you please come down and let me in? |
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It's a dreadful state of affairs, my friend |
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That I find my bad self in |
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I call up yelling in vain |
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And the night brings its shadows and fear |
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He's no idea of the pain I'm in |
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And he's no idea that I'm here |
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Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door |
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His ring, ring, ringing on his bell |
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I'm alone and so tired |
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And under some wicked spell |
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Knock, knock, knocking on the chapel door |
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Won't you please come down and let me in? |
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It's a dreadful state of affairs, my friend |
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That I find my bad self in |
