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Bells are chiming for victory There's a page back in history, 45 They came back to the world that they fought for Didn't turn out just like they thought, 45 Here is a song to sing to do the measuring What you lose, what you gain, what you win? Nine years later a child is born There's a record, so you put it on, 45 Nine years more, if we're lucky now Nine-year-old puts his money down, 45 Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat Every breath that I held for you, 45 There's a stack of shellac and vinyl Which is yours now and which is mine? 45 Here is a song to sing to do the measuring What you lose, what you gain, what you win? Ba*s and treble heal every hurt There's a rebel in a nylon shirt But the words are a mystery, I've heard 'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3 'Cos it helps with the elocution Corporations turn revolutions, 45 So don't you weep and shed Just change your name instead What you lose when it all goes to your head? I heard something peculiar said "Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead", 45 Bells are chiming and tears are falling It creeps up on you without a warning, 45 Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat Every breath that I bless, I'd be lost, I confess, 45 45, 45, 45 Yeah