| Heaven, so fine
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| Heaven is quite a climb
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| From seven stories undergroud
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| Black mistress gonna crack that whip
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| When I sleep I’m never found
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| But my baby, she don’t take no lip
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| My Cinderella carryin' me
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| And my shot blood through the afterglow
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| Ah, slap me to my knees
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| Which direction, baby, I don’t know
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| Oh, Heaven is quite a climb
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| It’s quite a climb
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| Oh, Heaven is hard to climb
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| It’s hard to climb, you know
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| I feel a sickness comin' down
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| Cold fever wanna snuff my kick
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| Early morning, not a sound
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| Chased through the Quarter with a whippin' stick
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| Black dog keeps a followin' me
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| And my tether just won’t let me go
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| Blackbirds chatter in the trees
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| What they’re sayin', baby, I don’t know
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| Oh, Heaven is quite a climb
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| It’s quite a climb
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| Oh, Heaven is quite a climb
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| It’s hard to climb, you know
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| From seven stories undergroud
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| Black mistress gonna crack that whip
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| When I sleep I’m never found
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| But my baby, she don’t take no lip
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| From seven stories undergroud
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| Seven stories undergroud
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| Seven stories undergroud
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| Seven stories undergroud |