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Simply Beautiful.

My old man says heaven's a myth.
We come and go child, that's all there is.
No fallen angels or tortured souls,
You just put your faith child in what you know.

And that's when your boat's lost, out at sea,
you just close your eyes child and think of me,
you know that I'll be there, when you reach out,
I'll always be there, yes I'll be there.

Will you be there? Will you be there? Will you be there? Will you be there?
When I reach out? When I reach out? When I reach out? When I reach out?

My old girl says, pay no heed child,
A little thinking's a dangerous thing.
Now, don't go filling up that child's head,
Leave him something for himself.

And that's don't forget when you're far from grace child,
there's always room for a little faith.
And that I'll be there, when you reach out,
I'll always be there, yes I'll be there.

Will you be there? Will you be there? Will you be there? Will you be there?
When I reach out? When I reach out? When I reach out? When I reach out?