The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
JAMIE'S SONG 'HEAVEN':You hold me so tight that I can__ breathe,You make me feel light that I can__ sleep.Float from our bed, fly away,Soaring like angels through the heavens and seas.I wish that we hadn__ taken so long,To realise this is where we belong.This is the life, that you and IHave been dying for.If heaven is this,This place in your arms,I__ not afraid of dying,I want to die tonight.If heaven is this,Your lips when we kiss,I__ not afraid of dying,Let them kill me tonight.And I know I__l go to heaven, Because I made you smile.Yes, I know I__l go to heaven,Because you loved our life.But if they banish me to hell,You will pull me out again.You belong in heaven, And I belong with you.
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JAMIE'S SONG 'HEAVEN':You hold me so tight that I can__ breathe,You make me feel light that I can__ sleep.Float from our bed, fly away,Soaring like angels through the heavens and seas.I wish that we hadn__ taken so long,To realise this is where we belong.This is the life, that you and IHave been dying for.If heaven is this,This place in your arms,I__ not afraid of dying,I want to die tonight.If heaven is this,Your lips when we kiss,I__ not afraid of dying,Let them kill me tonight.And I know I__l go to heaven, Because I made you smile.Yes, I know I__l go to heaven,Because you loved our life.But if they banish me to hell,You will pull me out again.You belong in heaven, And I belong with you.
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