GATES OF EDEN
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Of war and peace the truth just twists
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Its curfew gull it glides
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Upon four-legged forest clouds
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The cowboy angel rides
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With his candle lit into the sun
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Though its glow is waxed in black
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All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
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The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
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And then complains
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Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
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But still remains
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Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
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At ships with tattooed sails
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Heading for the Gates of Eden
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With a time-rusted compass blade
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Aladdin and his lamp
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Sits with Utopian hermit monks
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Side saddle on the Golden Calf
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And on their promises of paradise
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You will not hear a laugh
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All except inside the Gates of Eden
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Relationships of ownership
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They whisper in the wings
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To those condemned accordingly
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To wait for succeeding kings
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And I try to harmonize with songs
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The lonesome sparrow sings
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There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
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The motorcycle black madonna
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A two-wheeled gypsy queen
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And her silver-studded phantom cause
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The gray flannel dwarf to scream
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As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
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Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
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And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
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At dawn my lover comes to me
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And tells me of her dreams
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With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
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Into the ditch of what each one means
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At times I think there are no words
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But these to tell what's true
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And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
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Gates Of Eden
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| Bryan Ferry |
