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Mary Black |
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Miscellaneous |
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No Frontiers |
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If life is a river and your heart is a boat |
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And just like a water baby, baby born to float |
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And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high |
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And your heart is Amelia dying to fly |
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Heaven knows no frontiers |
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And I've seen heaven in your eyes |
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And if life is a bar room in which we must wait |
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'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates |
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Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates |
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And we stack all the deadmen in self addressed crates |
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In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark |
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That somehow this black night |
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Feels warmer for the spark |
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Warmer for the spark |
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To hold us 'til the day |
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When fear will lose its grip |
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And heaven has its way |
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Heaven knows no frontiers |
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And I've seen heaven in your eyes |
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If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails |
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And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails |
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Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right |
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Then your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night |
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In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark |
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That somehow this black night |
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Feels warmer for the spark |
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Warmer for the spark |
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To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip |
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And heaven has its way |
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And heaven has its way |
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When all will harmonise |
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And know it's in our hearts |
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The dream will realise |
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Heaven knows no frontiers |
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And I've seen heaven in your eyes |
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Heaven knows no frontiers |
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And I've seen heaven in your eyes |
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Jimmy McCarthy |
