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The distances I walk
Are never too demanding
It's as easy as it comes
To be where I am standing
And baby, all my love
I'm able to be giving
To you and to the ones
That share this life I'm living

So am I going to heaven
Or am I going to hell
This garden grows around me
With all its fruit to sell

So am I going to heaven
Well who is to decide
If I have my own agenda
Does it mean I'll be denied
And they say we're all responsible
And I can hear the waves of pain
There's a million different worlds
All going down the drain once again

So am I going to heaven
Or am I going to hell
This garden grows around me
With all its fruit to sell, oh yeah
Can I be only human
I need someone to tell
I have been making profit
I have been feeling well, so well
So am I going to heaven

And down the simple roads
My highs and lows I go
So am I going heaven
Or am I going to hell
This garden grows around me
With all its fruit to sell, oh yeah
Can I rely on conscience
I need someone to tell
Sometimes I can be shallow
But I'm always meaning well, oh yeah
So am I going to heaven
The distances I walk   Are never too demanding   It's as easy as it comes   To be where I am standing   And baby, all my love   I'm able to be giving   To you and to the ones   That share this life I'm living      So am I going to heaven   Or am I going to hell   This garden grows around me   With all its fruit to sell      So am I going to heaven   Well who is to decide   If I have my own agenda   Does it mean I'll be denied   And they say we're all responsible   And I can hear the waves of pain   There's a million different worlds   All going down the drain once again      So am I going to heaven   Or am I going to hell   This garden grows around me   With all its fruit to sell, oh yeah   Can I be only human   I need someone to tell   I have been making profit   I have been feeling well, so well   So am I going to heaven      And down the simple roads   My highs and lows I go   So am I going heaven   Or am I going to hell   This garden grows around me   With all its fruit to sell, oh yeah   Can I rely on conscience   I need someone to tell   Sometimes I can be shallow   But I'm always meaning well, oh yeah   So am I going to heaven