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From the time I was a young boy
they told up in the sky,
there's a place that's called Heaven,
you go there when you die.

A place where everyone's happy,
a place with want no more.
It's a place where time stands still
at twenty after four.

It's always 4:20 in Heaven,
in Heaven way up in the sky.
It's always 4:20 in Heaven.
In Heaven you're always high.

Everything is green in Heaven.
The buds fall in your hand.
No stems or seeds in Heaven.
You're in the promised land.

It's always 4:20 in Heaven.
It's always a third after four.
It's always 4:20 in Heaven.
It is always time for more.

Don't cry when my time has ended
Shed no tears when I die
I'll be way up in heaven
and eternally high.

('Cause) It's always 4:20 in Heaven,
in Heaven way up in the sky.
It's always 4:20 in Heaven.
In Heaven you're always high.

Comon, everybody!
Sing along!
Who needs a harp
when you got a bong?

It's always 4:20 in Heaven,
in Heaven way up in the sky.
It's always 4:20 in Heaven.
But why wait until you die?