| If heaven is a place upon your skin
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| That I may have touched from without to within
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| Then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin
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| And grin
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| We don’t have to stay
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| With these people whose ideas
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| Are just what other people say
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| We can walk away
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| From these feelings that are filling up
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| Our lives with daze
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| And I guess that I’ve been singing all my life
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| Well that’s right
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| And that is fine
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| I’ve been spending all your money and your time
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| Well that’s right
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| And that is fine
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| 'Cause I don’t have to stay
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| With these feelings that are filling up
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| My life with daze
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| I can walk away
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| From these people whose ideas
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| Are just what other people say
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| Again, and again
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| And the crowd that is gathered is confused
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| They’re all trembling inside solitude
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| We’ve got nothing left to use
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| We’ve got all the bullets
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| But there’s no one left to shoot
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| We can’t walk away
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| From these feelings that are filling up
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| Our lives with daze
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| We may have to stay
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| With these people whose ideas
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| Are just what other people say
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| Again, and again
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| But if heaven is a place upon your skin
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| That I may have touched from without to within
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| Will then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin
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| And grin
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| And grin
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| I guess that I’ve been singing all my life
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| Well that’s right
|
| And that is fine
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| I’ve been spending all your money and your time
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| Well that’s right
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| And that is fine |