When I look upon the heaven that happened
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I realise that it's all around
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So we play our part in what's happening
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and what happens to you then happens to me
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and it's all around
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And the song sings all around me
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I'll let faith hold its fantasy
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as the song sings all around me
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you can steal what you love
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you can love what you steal
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One goes to heaven, one goes to hell
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like a national myth that is all around me
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and we couldn't find the rivers and mountains
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they were not on the map
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but true places never are
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they're only inside you and me
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And the song sings all around me
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I'll let faith hold its fantasy
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as the song sings all, all around me
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you can steal what you love
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but you can't love what you steal
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Future Works
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| Idlewild |
