| When he raised the gates of Heaven,
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| He didn’t understand.
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| And near the friends were coming over.
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| Was it all a dream?
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| Was it all a crazy dream?
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| Saw them playing there before him,
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| What were they doin' there?
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| It felt like home, it must be alright.
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| Or was it all a dream?
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| Was it all a crazy dream?
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| Memories replayed before him.
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| All the tiny moments of his life.
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| Lying 'round in bed on a Saturday morning,
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| Two daughters and a wife,
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| Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
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| Meanwhile on earth his friends come over,
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| Shocked and horrified.
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| Dozen flowers by the store front,
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| And everybody cried.
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| Everybody cried and cried.
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| Is there a vengeance up in heaven?
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| Or are those things left behind?
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| Maybe everyday is Saturday morning,
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| Two daughters and a wife.
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| Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
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| Two daughters and a beautiful wife. |