Eb Ab Eb7 Ab
Eb Ab Eb7 Ab

[Verse 1]
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That's the secret of the world he said, the one eternal lie
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Believing we are different by our own design
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Once a Catholic, always Catholic, Buddhist or a Jew
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Well if you were God, they'd look the same to you

[Pre-Chorus]
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We are sitting on a bench by Notre Dame, silently watching
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While old people feed the sparrows in the snow
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They're so tiny yet so fearless, like confetti 'til they near us
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And so I want to know

[Chorus]
        Gm7 Ab
Is this heaven?
Cm           Bb
But we don't know it, oh
      Gm7 Ab
Is it heaven?
Cm     Bb
In our hearts and hands
        Gm7 Ab
Is this heaven?
Cm     Ab           Bb Eb Bb
In the midst of everyday

[Verse 2]
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Shoot the doctors who kill babies, it's seldom white men who will fry
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Is that the currency of human life?
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'Midst these monuments of glory, it's always someone else's son
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History taught us nothing but to come undone

[Pre-Chorus]
       Bb7
We are sitting on a bench, two small lost people find each other
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Finding comfort in what neither of us know
           Bb7
And the further on life goes, the more we see we are alone
       Bbm7      Ab
And so I want to know

[Chorus]
        Gm7 Ab
Is this heaven?
Cm           Bb
But we don't know it, oh
        Gm7 Ab
Is this heaven?
Cm     Bb
In our hearts and hands
        Gm7 Ab
Is this heaven?
Cm     Ab           Bb Eb Bb
In the midst of everyday

[Bridge]
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Do do do do do do do do do
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Do do do do do do do do do do
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Do do do do do do do do do
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Do do do do do do do do do do

[Outro]
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We are sitting on a bench, the great cathedral looms behind us
        Eb
At the same time we stand up and then we go
           Bb7
Love and war's a holy passion, bricks and blood are all we fashion
         Eb
We don't fly but once were sparrows in the snow
Eb7
Once were sparrows in the snow
Eb
We are just sparrows in the snow