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Heaven was a place we built out of stone |
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Just like a fever, dream, causing mold |
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I know it pains me to treat you unkind |
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The cloud is greater, oh, love is blind |
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All we want, baby, is everything |
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All we want, baby, is everything |
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Heaven was a song we etched in gold |
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Just like a fever, dream, in the rose, oh |
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All we want, baby, is everything |
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All we want, baby, is everything |
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You know we hate your friends |
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Up where the train bends |
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Though we hate your friends |
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The dead emotion |
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And blood is cold |
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We'll vacuum the heart should be |
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And blood is cold |
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Like the ocean |
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Put away, put away, put away in the atmosphere |
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Put away, put away, put away in the atmosphere |
