I like toys just as much as the next guy
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Cellular noise reachin' out to touch someone
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But I don't rely on the creature comforts
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I'll tell you why, I'll tell you why
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They don't offer peace of mind
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'Cause like grass and flowered fields
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All this will blow away
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Don't store any more treasure for yourself
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Where moth and rust destroy
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And the thief breaks down the door - steals your toys
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Don't store any more, more
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Don't you know there's a better life, a better life
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So don't store any more treasure in this world
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Store it up above the sky
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Above the sky there's a place prepared for you
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Above the sky the Creator's counting days
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So why cling to what you cannot hold
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Why miss the golden streets for fools' gold
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'Cause like grass and flowered fields
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All this will blow away
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Don't store any more treasure for yourself
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Where moth and rust destroy
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And the thief breaks down the door - steals your toys
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Don't store any more, more
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Don't you know there's another life, another life
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So don't store any more treasure in this world
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Store
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| According To John |
