| Heaven was a place we built out of stone
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| Just like a fever, dream, causing mold
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| I know it pains me to treat you unkind
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| The cloud is greater, oh, love is blind
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| All we want, baby, is everything
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| All we want, baby, is everything
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| Heaven was a song we etched in gold
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| Just like a fever, dream, in the rose
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| Oh
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| All we want, baby, is everything
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| All we want, baby, is everything
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| You know we hate your friends
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| Up where the train bends
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| Though we hate your friends
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| The dead emotion
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| And blood is cold
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| We’ll vacuum the heart should be
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| And blood is cold
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| Like the ocean
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| Put away, put away, put away in the atmosphere
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| Put away, put away, put away in the atmosphere |