The Bells of St. Thomas Sting
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I wake up in Antwerp
In some rich woman's bed
There's a man with a hammer
Inside of my head
She says, "I couldn't wake you
I thought you were dead
But you talked in your sleep
I don't know what you said"
I look in the mirror
My eyes bleeding red
There's a taste in my mouth
Of stale brandy and lead
Don't know how I got here
Or if I was led
But I know it's a Sunday
For the bells in my head
As they call to the faithful
The quick and the dead
The last days of judgement upon us
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
Are calling
In some rich woman's bed
There's a man with a hammer
Inside of my head
She says, "I couldn't wake you
I thought you were dead
But you talked in your sleep
I don't know what you said"
I look in the mirror
My eyes bleeding red
There's a taste in my mouth
Of stale brandy and lead
Don't know how I got here
Or if I was led
But I know it's a Sunday
For the bells in my head
As they call to the faithful
The quick and the dead
The last days of judgement upon us
And the bells on the roof of St. Thomas
Are calling
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