| Got a picture of your house and you’re standing by the door.
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| It’s black and white and faded and it’s looking pretty worn
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| I see the factr’y that I worked silhouetted in the back.
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| The memories are gray but, man, they’re really coming back.
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| I don’t need to be the king of the world
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| As long as I’m the hero of this little girl.
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| Heaven isn’t too far away.
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| Closer to it every day.
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| No matter what your friends might say.
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| How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes.
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| There’s a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky.
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| When I come home late at night and you’re in bed asleep.
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| I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath.
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| I don’t need to a superman
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| As long as you will always be my biggest fan.
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| Heaven isn’t too far away.
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| Closer to it every day.
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| No matter what your friends might say.
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| We’ll find our way. |
| Yeah.
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| Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard.
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| Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard.
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| I’ve got nowhere left to go, no one really cares.
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| I don’t know what to do but I’m never giving up on you.
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| Heaven isn’t too far away.
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| Closer to it every day.
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| No matter what your friends might say. |