| I know a place, where we could be heroes.
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| I’m just looking for faith, I’m looking for a voice.
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| Where have you gone, Paradise Lost?
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| The glorious way again.
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| She calls sometimes for a paradise gone,
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| Cries for a paradise where the junkies get high again.
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| Know a place, think that’s where she goes.
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| We used to drink in that glass, listen to that browse.
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| Where have you gone, Paradise Lost?
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| The glorious way my friend.
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| She calls sometimes for a paradise gone,
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| Cries for a paradise where the junkies get high again.
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| Standing in the black night
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| There, everything was so bright.
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| Flying in the awesome air
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| …the moonlight.
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| She’s made for you if you dare
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| Then she have me a piece.
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| Make some children
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| Dreaming yellow and white.
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| They told me how to say, things I did’nt know |