If heaven watches over me
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Sowing seeds back in the soil
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With eyes that see, hands that feel
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Why am I the last to know
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Sheltered lives spent partially breathing
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Are gathered together under new religion
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Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet
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Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
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Raised in summer days of splendour
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Who would've dreamed of love never ending?
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A better world lies in front of me
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A sketch of life in the books I read
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Then as I walk where heaven leads
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Why am I the last to know?
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Simple lives spent partially breathing
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Are gathered together under new religion
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Pulling punches, sleeping on our feet
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Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me
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Raised in summer days of splendour
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Who would've dreamed of love never ending?
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Nature feeds this nausea
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Deep inside the heart of me
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Pulling Punches
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| David Sylvian |
