| From the bells of St Mary
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| To the Count of Monte Cristo
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| Nothing can stop
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| Nothing can stop
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| Nothing can stop
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| The sins of Memphisto
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| Sally used to play with her hula hoops
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| Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
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| Grandpa’s on the front lawn staring at a rake
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| Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
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| I’m sitting on the front steps drinking Orange Crush
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| Wondering if it’s possible for me to still blush
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| Uh huh, oh yeah
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| A boy on a bike with corduroy slacks
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| Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks
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| He waits for the whistle on the train to scream
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| So he can close his eyes and begin to dream
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| Uh huh, oh yeah
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| From the bells of St Mary
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| To the Count of Monte Cristo
|
| Nothing can stop
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| Nothing can stop
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| The sins of Memphisto
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| The hands on his watch spin slowly around
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| With his mind on a bus that goes all over town
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| Looking at the babies and the factories
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| And listening to the music of Mister Squeeze
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| As if by magic or remote control
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| He finds a piece of a puzzle that he missed in his soul
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| Uh huh, oh yeah
|
| From the bells of St Mary
|
| To the Count of Monte Cristo
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| The sins of Memphisto
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| Adam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky
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| Bit the big apple and got a little sticky
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| Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
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| They humped each other like they had no shame
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| They paused as they posed for a Polaroid photo
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| She whispered in his ear, «Exactly-Odo Quasimodo»
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| From the bells of St Mary
|
| To the Count of Monte Cristo
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| Nothing can stop
|
| The sins of Memphisto
|
| Sally used to play with her hula hoops
|
| Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
|
| Uh huh, oh yeah |