| The trophy that I made for us In fur and gold
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| Got into the wrong pair of hands,
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| In truth was sold
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| They bought it for oh so much less
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| Than it was worth
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| And every man that touched it Found a heaven on earth
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| The queens and the court jesters
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| Clapped, adored
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| Their hearts swelled too
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| Overdrive and mercy soared
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| Mercy this and mercy that
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| Let justice prevail
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| But I just want my trophy back
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| It’s not for sale
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Creatures of mercy
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| Shoot shoot
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| Shoot them down
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| And set me free
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| Creatures of mercy
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| Shoot shoot
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| Shoot them down
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| And set me free
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| When I got my trophy back
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| It took some time
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| To polish it, to gold from black
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| When I put it back inside
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| And locked the door
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| A trophy of mercy
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| Is a trophy no more
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
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| Creatures of mercy
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| Shoot shoot
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| Shoot them down
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| And set me free
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| Creatures of mercy
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| Shoot shoot
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| Shoot them down
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| And set me free |