| Deep in a corner of the night
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| We were lying in the middle of the road
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| Counting the planes as they flew by
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| Inconceivable imagining them go
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| And drunk we set the world to rights
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| As we fell and hit our heads upon the curb
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| You make me laugh until I die
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| Can you think of any better way to choke?
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| Stories told to me and stories told to you
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| And did you ever feel like they were ringing true?
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| And all their words for glory
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| Well they always sounded empty
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| When we’re looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven
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| And way down here upon the ground
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| When we’re lying in the dirt
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| There’s no looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven
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| Not everything had gone to plan
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| But we made the best of what we had, you know
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| Passing the drink from hand to hand
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| We admit we really know nothing at all
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| Stories told to me and stories told to you
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| And was it feeling real, and were they ringing true?
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| And all their words for glory
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| Well they always sounded empty
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| When we’re looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven
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| And way down here upon the ground
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| When we’re lying in the dirt
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| There’s no looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven
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| I’ll take my chances on the curb here with you
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| We watched the planes leave us behind
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| On the curb here with you
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| We watched the planes leave us behind
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| And then you put your hand in mine
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| And pulled me back from things divine
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| Stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried
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| And all their words for glory
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| Well they always sounded empty
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| When we’re looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven
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| And way down here upon the ground
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| When we’re lying in the dirt
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| There’s no looking up for heaven
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| Looking up for heaven |