| You might love it, you might hate it
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| We could rough it, complicate it
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| You could be Heaven
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| We could be Heaven
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| You might fix it, you might break it
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| You might give it, confiscate it
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| You could be Heaven
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| We could be Heaven
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| I’m addicted, I’m elated
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| To be having such a complication
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| You could be Heaven
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| We could be Heaven
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| I can throw the weight of the world around my heart
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| And have you jump inside
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| G wagon, no doors
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| And have you jump inside
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| I can throw the weight of the world around my heart
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| And have you jump inside
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| G wagon, no doors
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| And have you jump inside
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| I can throw the weight of the world around my heart
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| And have you jump inside
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| G wagon, no doors
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| And have you jump inside
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| Maybe heaven ain’t real but you are
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| And good people come fewer and fewer
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| You’re banking heavy on what’s in the future
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| They’re waiting 'round to pretend that they knew ya
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| Ooh, we’ve done a lot and
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| It’s true, nothing tops when
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| You, tell me what we’re not
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| You, tell me what we’re not
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| You might love it, you might hate it
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| We could rough it, complicate it
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| But you could be Heaven
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| But we could be Heaven
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| I can throw the weight of the world around my heart
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| And have you jump inside
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| G wagon, no doors
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| And have you jump inside
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| I can throw the weight of the world around my heart
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| And have you jump inside
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| G wagon, no doors
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| And have you jump inside |