When the world welcomes us in,
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We're closer to Heaven than we'll ever know.
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They say this place has changed,
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But strip away all of the technology
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And you will see
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That we all are hunters,
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Hunting for something that will make us okay.
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Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
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Tracing life in our heads;
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But all that is left
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Is that this was our entrance and now it's our exit,
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As we find our way home.
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All the blood and all the sweat
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That we invested to be loved
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Follows us into our end,
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Where we begin to understand
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That we are made of love,
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And all the beauty stemming from it.
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We are made of love,
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And every fracture caused by the lack of it.
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a¢æ©«You were a million years of work,a¢æ?
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Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
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They kissed your head and said,
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a¢æ©«You're a good kid and you make us proud.
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So just give your best and the rest will come,
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And we'll see you soon.a¢æ?
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All the blood and all the sweat
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That we invested to be loved
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Follows us into our end,
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Where we begin to understand
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That maybe Hollywood was right:
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When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
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The answers that we have been dying to find
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Are all pieced together and, somehow,
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Made perfectly mine.
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We are made of love,
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And all the beauty stemming from it.
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We are made of love,
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And every fracture caused by the lack of love.
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Needle & Thread
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Sleeping At Last |