| Like a bird I’m living on the wing and on the run
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| I’m wondering if paradise was won by the gun
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| You gather fruit from danger trees
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| See more than you want to see
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| Too late, too late…
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| We didn’t know what it was
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| And all we know is we’ve lost it
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| We threw away paradise
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| And all we know is we’ve dreamt it
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| Will it ever come again
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| When you call?
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| So catch if angels should
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| Fall in your arms
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| For every night a reaching hand
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| A thousand snake mouths open wide
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| Too late, too late…
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| We didn’t know what it was
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| And all we know is we’ve lost it
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| We threw away paradise
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| And all we know is we’ve dreamt it
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| Don’t know where to go
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| Don’t think you’ll find it
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| I kneel down somewhere
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| So maybe they’ll find me
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| You may have your dreams
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| But heaven you steal
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| Live by the sword
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| Live by the gun
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| Never to rest
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| 'Til your heaven is won
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| We didn’t know what it was
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| And all we know is we’ve lost it
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| We threw away paradise
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| And all we know is we’ve dreamt it
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| Gonna get it back
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| Gonna get it back
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| Will it ever come again??? |