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If life is a river and your heart is a boat
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And just like a water baby, born to float,
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And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
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And your heart is Amelia dying to fly,
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Heaven knows no frontiers 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 dead men 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 its grip,
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And heaven has its 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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And 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 its grip,
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And heaven has its way,
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And heaven has its 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
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No Frontiers
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| The Corrs |
