| Hey, babe, don’t you know it’s all the same
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| Hey, babe, don’t you know it’s all the same
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| Heaven’s right below the hurricane
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| Heaven’s right below, yeah
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| Touchin' down, I see the lights
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| Taxi drive through rainy nights
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| A finger ride on window pane
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| That heaven’s in a hurricane
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| Hey, babe, don’t you know it’s all the same
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| Heaven’s right below the hurricane
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| And Hell’s contained in every single flame
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| But Heaven’s right below, yeah
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| Drivin' up through trees so bare
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| I know you’re here but I don’t know where
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| A world is wide and waiting there
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| Stop to rest at river’s edge
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| This cigarette is burning red
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| And if Hell’s in every single flame
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| Then Heaven’s in a hurricane
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| She said, «I think I’m still asleep at the wheel
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| You can say anything you want»
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| «I sense your eyes conceal the things that you steal
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| From the man who has let you down»
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| She said, «I toss and I turn, in dreams I discern:
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| Sittin' shapes comin' through the trees»
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| I said, «your eyes may believe, but the heart will deceive
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| Let us run while we’re young and free» |