What could be easy for a poor man's son
His dream was lost before it had begun
But he still had to give it a try
It wasn't long before he had to run
He'd had his share of all
An other race that someone else had run
But he'd get rich or else he would die
hoping everything has a price
nowhere thinking it's paradise
He's using any chance that he can make
But there's no way he'll let it go by
Take me to my heaven, make it tonight
Oh, oh, oh, take me to my heaven
Oh, oh, oh, and I'll tell myself
That I'm there, that I'm doing alright
Take me to my heaven, a fantasy night
Oh, oh, oh, take me to my heaven,
And I'll tell my soul when I'm there
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