Not running but I'm running away from you
Not talking but I have my ways
Not joking I'm too old to learn that trade
Not listening but I hear you all the way babe
Babies they got fire in their eyes
Babies got that fire in their eyes
No babies they don't need to be baptized
Already got that fire in their eyes
I'm never gonna be that bad again
I'm never gonna be that bad
I'm never gonna be that bad again
It's all over for the ballad of my friends
I'm never gonna be that sad again
But I'll wish I could remember how it felt
The ringing of them bells
The ringing of them bells
I look frozen but I'm melting away from here
I look lazy but I have my ways
I look empty but I'm taking up my space
Born early but it's all a little late
So name numbers, and we'll see what we can do
Name, number, it's a lottery of dues
Brass armies playing low and dark and
loud
Fight freedom cause our safety's shattered now
And we're never gonna be that bad again
We're never gonna be that bad
We're never gonna be that bad again
It's all over for about half of your friends
We're never gonna be that sad again
But we'll wish we could remember how it
felt
The ringing of them bells
The ringing of them bells
It's all over for the ballad of my friends
The ringing of them bells
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