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I’m already there, here in your eyes
We climb the gates every time that you lie down next to me
I rest in peace, they say it’s better, but how could that be?
If everyone had love like us
They wouldn’t call that place above, ‘heaven’
[Bridge]
Nothing comes, nothing comes close to this
Looking up, looking up even if it exists
My heaven is on your lips
[Chorus]
