Eiffel 65
Eiffel 65 - Too Much Of Heaven lyrics
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Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. They’re still talking about money, That’s right and too much of heaven. C’mon my friend. Let me tell you what it’s all about, It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account, And that’s too much of heaven Bringing them underground. Let me tell you what it’s all about It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. They’re still talking about money, That’s right and too much of heaven. C’mon my friend. Let me tell you what it’s all about, It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account, And that’s too much of heaven Bringing them underground. Let me tell you what it’s all about It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound.