| Got a picture of your house
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| And you’re standing by the door
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| It’s black and white and faded
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| And it’s looking pretty worn
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| See the factory that I worked
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| Silhouetted in the back
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| The memories are gray
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| But man they’re really coming back
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| I don’t need to be the king of the world
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| As long as I’m the hero of this little girl
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| Heaven isn’t too far away
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| Closer to it every day
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| No matter what your friends might say…
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| How I love the way you move
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| And the sparkle in your eyes
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| There’s a color deep inside them
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| Like a blue surburban sky
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| When I come home late at night
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| And you’re in bed asleep
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| I wrap my arms around you
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| So I can feel you breathe
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| I don’t need to be a superman
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| As long as you will always be my biggest fan
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| Heaven isn’t too far away
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| Closer to it every day
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| No matter what your friends might say
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| We’ll find our way
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| Yeah
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| Now the lights are going out
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| Along the boulevard
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| The memories come rushing back
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| And it makes it pretty hard
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| I’ve got nowhere left to go And no one really cares
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| I don’t know what to do But I’m never giving up on you |
| Heaven isn’t too far away
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| Closer to it every day
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| No matter what your friends say
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| I know we’re gonna find a way
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| Heaven
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Heaven
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Heaven
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| It’s not too far away
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Yeah |