The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The preacher too, with his practiced sins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins.
Behind a hundred veils, a whispered grace,
Behind a hundred veils, a whispered grace,
Behind a hundred veils, a whispered grace,
Two eyes in secret, find their space,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins.
In every gathering, where truth takes flight,
In every gathering, where truth takes flight,
In every gathering, where truth takes flight,
A whisper of fact, a fiction's light,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins.
Alone, the years begin to flee,
Alone, the years begin to flee,
Alone, the years begin to flee,
A moment's grace, eternity,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins.
And walking on, until the final plea,
And walking on, until the final plea,
And walking on, until the final plea,
You too will yearn, as all agree,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The preacher's lies, the game begins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins,
The tavern's revolving door, it spins.
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