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Mael-Mael-Moroder |
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This is the number one song in heaven |
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Written, of course, by the mightiest hand |
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All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master |
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They always follow the Master and his plan |
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This is the number one song in heaven |
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Why are you hearing it now, you ask |
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Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine |
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Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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The number one song all over heaven |
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If you should die before you wake |
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If you should die while crossing the street |
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The song that you'll hear, I guarantee |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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It's number one, all over heaven |
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The number one song all over heaven |
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The one that's the rage up here in the clouds |
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Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt |
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Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing |
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Gabriel plays it, |
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God how he plays it |
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Gabriel plays it, |
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God how he plays it |
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Gabriel plays it, |
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God how he plays it |
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Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it |
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The song filters down, down through the clouds |
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It reaches the earth and winds all around |
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And then it breaks up in millions of ways |
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It goes la, la, la...... |
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In cars it becomes a hit |
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In your homes it becomes advertisements |
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And in the streets it becomes the children singing |
