| If heaven watches over me
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| Sowing seeds back in the soil
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| With eyes that see, hands that feel
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| Why am I the last to know
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| Sheltered lives spent partially breathing
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| Are gathered together under new religion
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| Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet
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| Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
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| Raised in summer days of splendour
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| Who would’ve dreamed of love never ending?
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| A better world lies in front of me
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| A sketch of life in the books I read
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| Then as I walk where heaven leads
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| Why am I the last to know?
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| Simple lives spent partially breathing
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| Are gathered together under new religion
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| Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet
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| Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
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| Raised in summer days of splendour
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| Who would’ve dreamed of love never ending?
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| Nature feeds this nausea
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| Deep inside the heart of me |