| Looking back at those easy days
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| At wistful dancing to the grave
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| It matters not
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| I am now in my heaven
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| Even so we’re the same in waves
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| And wisdom always wakes too late
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| It matters not
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| I am now in my heaven
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| I’ve looked at how angels felt inside
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| I’ve found all my targets aiming wide
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| And looked in your mirror and found myself
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| Yeah we know, baby, who we are
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| Talk at length of what happens next
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| Or let what happens do the rest
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| It means a lot, we are now in our heaven
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| Scream and shout from a sturdy fence
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| Or pick a side, let war commence
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| It means a lot, we are now in our heaven
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| I’ve looked at how angels felt inside
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| We found all our targets aiming wide
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| And looked in your mirror an' found ourselves
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| We’ve looked at how angels felt inside
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| We found all our targets aiming wide
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| And looked in your mirror and found ourselves
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| We know, baby, who we are
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| We know, baby, who we are |