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If heaven is a place upon your skin |
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That I may have touched from without to within |
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Then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin |
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And grin |
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We don't have to stay |
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With these people whose ideas |
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Are just what other people say |
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We can walk away |
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From these feelings that are filling up |
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Our lives with daze |
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And I guess that I've been singing all my life |
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Well that's right |
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And that is fine |
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I've been spending all your money and your time |
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Well that's right |
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And that is fine |
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'Cause I don't have to stay |
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With these feelings that are filling up |
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My life with daze |
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I can walk away |
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From these people whose ideas |
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Are just what other people say |
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Again, and again |
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And the crowd that is gathered is confused |
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They're all trembling inside solitude |
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We've got nothing left to use |
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We've got all the bullets |
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But there's no one left to shoot |
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We can't walk away |
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From these feelings that are filling up |
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our lives with daze |
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We may have to stay |
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with these people whose ideas |
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are just what other people say |
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Again, and again |
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But if heaven is a place upon your skin |
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That I may have touched from without to within |
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Will then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin |
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And grin |
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And grin |
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I guess that I've been singing all my life |
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Well that's right |
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And that is fine |
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I've been spending all your money and your time |
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Well that's right |
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And that is fine |
