| It’s autumn again but it doesn’t really feel like it
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| Looking out on the end on my LA suburban gold pit
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| I keep meaning to tell you how your beauty has always shone through
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| I couldn’t say it to your face, this is the best I can do
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| God, give me touch again
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| Touch, and then
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| Touching my inner heart again
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| From so far away
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| I don’t know anything
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| But I know that you were
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| I was made in heaven, in heaven
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| Hope I didn’t offend
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| Well, maybe just a little bit
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| Enough to get yourself to see yourself with clearness
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| I’m hoping to get you on a soft day when you’re pliable like glue
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| Made
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| Touch, again
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| Feel human
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| Touching my inner heart again
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| Stop suffering
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| I can’t explain much, all I know is you are
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| I was made in heaven, in heaven
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| Made in heaven, in heaven
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| Ooh-oh
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| Made
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| Made
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| Made
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| Made
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| Made |