Some say that heaven is beyond the blue
But I've done some looking, and I don't think that's true
Lookin' up from the flatlands, birds and clouds floating by
I'd say that heaven is about a thousand feet high
It's my

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Home in the sky, my home in the sky
The hawk makes the circles through which the swallows fly
When the world is too much down on my back I lie
And look up with longin' at my home in the sky

Well I don't need no angels with big shakin' wings
Or halos or harps or none of those things
I just want to do what the thunderheads do
And see the sunset and the moonrise from a new point of view
And that's my

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And sometimes I wanna leave the sad little details
And put my crow's nest up and stretch out my sails
But when my life is over and it's time to go
I'd like to see how they're all doing below
From my

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