Plead with my saint
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Wash his hands and feet
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Find his complaints
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Make this world complete
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And this heaven that I'm making
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Can't come quickly enough
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And the big wave that I'm taking
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It feels like I'm just waking up
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Mind out, don't think
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I can't get used to it
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Right on the brink
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I end up losing it
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And this heaven that I'm making
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It can't come quickly enough
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And the big wave that I'm taking
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It feels like I'm just waking up
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And I'll be there
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If all of creation is kind
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And each conversation I hear
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As I'm walking in through the crowd
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As if I can float through the air
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And this heaven
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Well, this heaven that I'm making
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It can't come quickly enough
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And this big boat that I'm taking
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Can't come by quickly enough
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If there is hell on Earth
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There must be heaven, too
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Both in one place
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And not a second to lose
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Heaven That I'm Making
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Crowded House |