If life is a river and
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your heart is a boat
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And just like a water baby
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baby born to float
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And if life is a wild wind
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that blows way on high
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And your heart is
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Amelia dying to fly
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Heaven knows no frontiers and
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I've seen heaven in your eyes
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And if life is a bar room
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in which we must wait
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'Round the man with his fingers
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on the ivory gates
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Where we sing until dawn of
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our fears and our fates
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And we stack all the dead men
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in self addressed crates
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In your eyes faint
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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 ways
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Heaven knows no frontiers
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And I've seen heaven
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in your eyes
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If your life is a rough bed
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of brambles and nails
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And your spirit's a slave
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to man's whips and man's jails
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Where you thirst and you hunger
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for justice and right
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And your heart is a pure flame
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of man's constant night
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In your eyes faint
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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 ways
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And heaven has its ways
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When all will harmonise
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And you know what's
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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
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in your eyes
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Heaven knows no frontiers
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And I've seen heaven
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in your eyes
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No Frontiers (MTV Unplugged Ver.)
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| The Corrs |
