| Don’t wanna know where we all go
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| Up above or down below
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| I’m gonna hit my stride, play my part
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| Before I wake the dead from their rest
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| Don’t wanna know where we all came from
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| On a star or were we reborn
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| Just wanna heal my scars, play my part
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| Well I am in this life, not in the next
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| I could be right, I could be wrong
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| But all that matters to me
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| What is in the heart, not what you believe
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| Open up my eyes so that I can meet
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| A world within my reach, right in front of me
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| If the answers are blowin' in the wind
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| There’s no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Were the ashes of my mother her returning?
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| I’ve no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Or just a dream
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| Don’t wanna know where we all will go
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| Up above or down below
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| I know we’ve hit this hard, burst these scars
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| Don’t wanna wake the dead from their beds
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| Don’t wanna know where we all came from
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| But what we’re doing to weather the storm
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| I wanna play my part, repel the dark
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| Until I leave this life for what comes next
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| I might be right, I might be wrong
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| But all that matters to me
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| What is in the heart, not what you believe
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| Open up my eyes so that I can meet
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| A world within my reach, right in front of me
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| If the answers are blowin' in the wind
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| There’s no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Were the ashes of my mother her returning?
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| I’ve no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Or just a dream
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| Or just a dream
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| You and I are moving in the same realm
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| Regardless of our views on heaven and hell
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| So let’s commune before this precious time ends
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| Reflections of the light that is surrounding
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| Might be right, might be wrong
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| But all that matters to me
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| What is in the heart, not what you believe
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| Open up my eyes so that I can meet
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| A world within my reach, right in front of me
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| If the answers are blowin' in the wind
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| There’s no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Were the ashes of my mother her returning?
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| I’ve no way of knowing
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| If we’re heaven sent
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| We could be heaven sent
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| Or just a dream
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| Or just a dream
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| Or just a dream
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| Or just a dream |