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Everybody has their own idea of Heaven |
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What kind of paradise they'll see |
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Pearly gates, streets of gold, no gettin' sick or growing old |
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Sounds like a beautiful place to be, but as for me |
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My Heaven is a wood frame house |
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With a great big porch going all the way around |
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Sittin' on a swing listening |
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To the sounds of the birds sing |
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My Heaven is a warm summer day |
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In the backyard while the kids all play |
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Flies and mosquitoes stay away while we're eatin' watermelon |
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That's my Heaven |
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You're always going to find a few non-believers |
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Those who stay lost in the dark |
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But I believe there is a place full of light, and love and grace |
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And I don't believe that it's all that fun, in my heart |
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My heaven is a cell phone ring |
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While I'm at work and the only thing |
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That you have to say |
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Is you miss me and get home in a hurry |
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My Heaven is the very worst day that I spent with you |
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When you were so mad but I still knew |
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Nobody believes 'cause that don't happen |
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In my Heaven |
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My Heaven is where I am now on the front porch |
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Of a wood frame house swingin' with you just lookin' around |
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At all that I've been given |
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And this life I'm livin' |
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Is my Heaven |
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My Heaven |
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My Heaven |
