The trophy that I made for us In fur and gold Got into the wrong pair of hands, In truth was sold They bought it for oh so much less Than it was worth And every man that touched it Found a heaven on earth Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms The queens and the court jesters Clapped, adored Their hearts swelled too Overdrive and mercy soared Mercy this and mercy that Let justice prevail But I just want my trophy back Its not for sale Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free When I got my trophy back It took some time To polish it, to gold from black When I put it back inside And locked the door A trophy of mercy Is a trophy no more Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free Creatures of mercy Shoot shoot Shoot them down And set me free
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 16:01:04 +0000
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