| If life is a river and your heart is a boat
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| And just like a water baby, baby born to float
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| And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
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| Then your heart is amelia dying to fly
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| Heaven knows no frontiers
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| And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
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| And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
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| 'round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
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| Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
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| And we stack all the deadmen in self addressed crates
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| In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
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| That somehow this black night
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| Feels warmer for the spark
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| Warmer for the spark
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| To hold us 'til the day
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| When fear will lose it’s grip
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| And heaven has it’s way
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| Heaven knows no frontiers
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| And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
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| If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
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| And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails
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| Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
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| Then your heart is a pure flame of man’s constant night
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| In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
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| That somehow this black night
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| Feels warmer for the spark
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| Warmer for the spark
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| To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose it’s grip
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| And heaven has it’s way
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| And heaven has it’s way
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| When all will harmonise
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| And know what’s in our hearts
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| The dream will realise
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| Heaven knows no frontiers
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| And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes
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| Heaven knows no frontiers
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| And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes |