| When I look upon the heaven that happened
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| I realise that it’s all around
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| So we play our part in what’s happening
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| And what happens to you then happens to me
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| And it’s all around
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| And the song sings all around me
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| I’ll let faith hold its fantasy
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| As the song sings all around me
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| You can steal what you love
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| You can love what you steal
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| One goes to heaven, one goes to hell
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| Like a national myth that is all around me
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| And we couldn’t find the rivers and mountains
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| They were not on the map
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| But true places never are
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| They’re only inside you and me
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| And the song sings all around me
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| I’ll let faith hold its fantasy
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| As the song sings all, all around me
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| You can steal what you love
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| But you can’t love what you steal |