| When the world welcomes us in
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| We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know
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| They say this place has changed
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| But strip away all of the technology
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| And you will see
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| That we all are hunters
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| Hunting for something that will make us okay
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| Here we lay alone in hospital beds
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| Tracing life in our heads;
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| But all that is left
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| Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit
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| As we find our way home
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| All the blood and all the sweat
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| That we invested to be loved
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| Follows us into our end
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| Where we begin to understand
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| That we are made of love
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| And all the beauty stemming from it
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| We are made of love
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| And every fracture caused by the lack of it
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| «You were a million years of work,»
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| Said God and His angels, with needle and thread
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| They kissed your head and said
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| «You're a good kid and you make us proud
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| So just give your best and the rest will come
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| And we’ll see you soon.»
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| All the blood and all the sweat
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| That we invested to be loved
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| Follows us into our end
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| Where we begin to understand
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| That maybe Hollywood was right:
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| When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried
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| The answers that we have been dying to find
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| Are all pieced together and, somehow
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| Made perfectly mine
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| We are made of love
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| And all the beauty stemming from it
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| We are made of love
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| And every fracture caused by the lack of love |