| You're tuned to Dawn FM | 
| The middle of nowhere on your dial | 
| So sit back and unpack | 
| You may be here awhile | 
| Now that all future plans have been postponed | 
| And it's time to look back on the things you thought you owned | 
| Do you remember them well? | 
| Were you high or just stoned? | 
| And how many grudges did you take to your grave? | 
| When you weren't liked or followed, how did you behave? | 
| Was it often a dissonant chord you were strumming? | 
| Were you ever in tune with the song life was humming? | 
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| If pain's living on when your body's long gone | 
| And your phantom regret hasn't let it go yet | 
| You may not have died in the way that you must | 
| All specters are haunted by their own lack of trust | 
| When you're all out of time, there's nothing but space | 
| No hunting, no gathering | 
| No nations, no race | 
| And Heaven is closer than those tears on your face | 
| When the purple rain falls | 
| We're all bathed in its grace | 
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| Heaven's for those who let go of regret | 
| And you have to wait here when you're not all there yet | 
| But you could be there by the end of this song | 
| Where The Weeknd's so good and he plays all week long | 
| Bang a gong, get it on | 
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| And if your broken heart's heavy when you step on the scale | 
| You'll be lighter than air when they pull back the veil | 
| Consider the flowers, they don't try to look right | 
| They just open their petals and turn to the light | 
| Are you listening real close? | 
| Heaven's not that, it's this | 
| It's the depth of this moment | 
| We don't reach for bliss | 
| God knows life is chaos | 
| But He made one thing true | 
| You gotta unwind your mind | 
| Train your soul to align | 
| And dance till you find that divine boogaloo | 
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| In other words | 
| You gotta be Heaven to see Heaven | 
| May peace be with you |