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When the earth was still flat,
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And the clouds made of fire,
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And mountains stretched up to the sky,
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Sometimes higher,
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Folks roamed the earth
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Like big rolling kegs.
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They had two sets of arms.
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They had two sets of legs.
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They had two faces peering
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Out of one giant head
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So they could watch all around them
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As they talked; while they read.
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And they never knew nothing of love.
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It was before the origin of love.
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The origin of love
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And there were three sexes then,
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One that looked like two men
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Glued up back to back,
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Called the children of the sun.
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And similar in shape and girth
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Were the children of the earth.
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They looked like two girls
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Rolled up in one.
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And the children of the moon
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Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
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They were part sun, part earth
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Part daughter, part son.
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The origin of love
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Now the gods grew quite scared
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Of our strength and defiance
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And Thor said,
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"I'm gonna kill them all
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With my hammer,
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Like I killed the giants."
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And Zeus said, "No,
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You better let me
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Use my lightening, like scissors,
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Like I cut the legs off the whales
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And dinosaurs into lizards."
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Then he grabbed up some bolts
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And he let out a laugh,
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Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
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Gonna cut them right up in half."
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And then storm clouds gathered above
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Into great balls of fire
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And then fire shot down
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From the sky in bolts
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Like shining blades
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Of a knife.
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And it ripped
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Right through the flesh
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Of the children of the sun
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And the moon
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And the earth.
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And some Indian god
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Sewed the wound up into a hole,
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Pulled it round to our belly
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To remind us of the price we pay.
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And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
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Gathered up a big storm
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To blow a hurricane,
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To scatter us away,
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In a flood of wind and rain,
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And a sea of tidal waves,
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To wash us all away,
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And if we don't behave
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They'll cut us down again
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And we'll be hopping round on one foot
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And looking through one eye.
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Last time I saw you
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We had just split in two.
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You were looking at me.
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I was looking at you.
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You had a way so familiar,
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But I could not recognize,
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Cause you had blood on your face;
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I had blood in my eyes.
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But I could swear by your expression
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That the pain down in your soul
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Was the same as the one down in mine.
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That's the pain,
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Cuts a straight line
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Down through the heart;
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We called it love.
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So we wrapped our arms around each other,
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Trying to shove ourselves back together.
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We were making love,
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Making love.
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It was a cold dark evening,
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Such a long time ago,
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When by the mighty hand of Jove,
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It was the sad story
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How we became
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Lonely two-legged creatures,
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It's the story of
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The origin of love.
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That's the origin of love.
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Song written by Stephen Trask
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