They've asked me before
If I have found paradise
And I say with a bitter smile
"Yes, I suppose I have."
If it's in a flower's bloom
Or in the song of a swallow
Then I hear it all the time
Buzzing in my ears
But if it's in a broken mirror
Or in a dying man's heart
Then I live through it
Every single day
They've asked me before
If I have found paradise
And I say with a bitter smile
"Well, have you?"
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