| One day we will dissipate
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| Reassign our molecules and float away
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| And leave behind all wealth
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| To become part of something else
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| Somewhere
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| Out there in the galaxy
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| Up among the stars or in the depths of the seas
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| Where the only song’s the sound
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| Of the universe expanding endlessly
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| Into eternity
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| We’re already in the heavens
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| We were always in the heavens
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| We’re already in heaven
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| And what if I said I don’t pray
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| Would you think of me a Rabelaisian case
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| Or just a man thinking at night
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| With a modicum of insight
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| Honestly
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| It’s all you need
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| To see right through all beliefs
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| To glean the wheat and realize the chaff was never real
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| And all the stories are the same
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| Love and oneness at their center
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| Nothing changes
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| Other than the names, yes
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| We’re already in the heavens
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| We were always in the heavens
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| We’re already in heaven
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| I could not help myself but leave
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| That vineyard produced only wine to feed the ego’s greed
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| And in the end all that I found
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| Was already written down for me
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| In Ecclesiastes
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| Everything is meaningless
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| There’s neither rhyme nor reason
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| To the order or the mess
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| Yet that sparkle in your eyes
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| Is like the birthing of Sirius
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| I quite simply must confess
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| We’re already in the heavens
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| We were always in the heavens
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| We’re already in heaven |