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Mission Bells My uncle came down in the morning Looking like the crack of dawn His hair was combed and his shirt was clean There was something going on He said I laid upstairs and I listened While the world went round and round There was something that I’d been missing And I thought I heard a sound Saying time won’t heal What only time can tell And I’ve been waiting on those mission bells There’s a line we feel Between the heaven and hell And the waiting on those mission bells The waiting on those mission bells Well some of us wait until winter Before we feel the cold Some of us hold onto some things Like they’re worth their weight in gold My uncle just stood by the window Thinking of the days he lied To the people he gathered around him And the voice he heard inside Saying come on down Come on down Come on, come on Come on down Cause only time can heal What only time can tell And I’ve been waiting on those mission bells There’s a line we feel Between the heaven and hell And the waiting on those mission bells There’s a line we feel Between the heaven and hell And the waiting on those mission bells The waiting on those mission bells
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Copyright © 2000 Joel Parkes
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