| There’s a synergy that comes like a hand inside a glove
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| It’s the product of one man and one woman in love
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| She was fragrance all her days and she blew in on a wing
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| We raised a flower from the dust that she’ll scatter on a wind
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| We laid him down in sunshine on an autumn afternoon
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| A treasure trove of memories lowered to the ground
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| Then we walked the line together where the harvest flowers grow
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| And where the world sung songs of innocence, we gathered in their glow
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| (Roll away the stone)
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| It’s a truth that came from nothing on a black and starry dawn
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| It’s a truth that leaves us blind, it’s a truth that keeps us strong
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| But we’ll hold it like gold, we’ll carry it through time
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| Shooting fast with the denial, romancing the divine
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| (Roll away the stone)
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| You can see it with your eyes
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| Feel it with your touch
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| Hear it in the silence of the night
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| But it shadows the divide
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| It’s the all-consuming lie
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| It’s an army on a promise to delight
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| There’s a synergy that comes like a hand inside a glove
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| There’s some that call it energy and others call it love
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| She was fragrance all her days and she blew in on a wing
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| (For every beating heart a home)
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| We raised a flower from the dust that she’ll scatter on a wind
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| (Roll away the stone)
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| (Roll away the stone) |