Remember how it all began
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The apple and the fall of man
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The price we paid
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So the people say
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Down a path of shame it lead us
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Dared to bite the hand that fed us
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The fairy tale
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The moral end
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The wheel of fortune
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Never turns again
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The worst of it has come and gone
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In the chaos of millennium
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In the falling out of the doomsday crowd
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Their last retreat is moving slow
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They burn their bridges as they go
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The heretic is beatified
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He'll teach the harlot's child to smile
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Wracked again by indecision
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Should we make that small incision
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Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
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We cut, we scratched
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We rent, we slashed
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And when he opened up at last
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Found a cul-de-sac
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Deep and black
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Of smoke and ash
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The wicked king of parody
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Is kissing all his enemies
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On the seventh day
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Of the seventh week
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The tyrant's voice is softer now
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But just for one forgiving hour
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Before the rise of his
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Iron fist again
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I've come tonight
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I've come to know
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The way we are
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The way we'll go
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Come to measure this
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The width of the wide abyss
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I come to you in restless sleep
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Where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet
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With voodoo doll philosophies
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And day-glo holy trinities
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The crooked raft that leaves the shore
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Ferries drunken souls aboard
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Pilgrims march to Compestela
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Visions of their saint in yellow
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All follow deep in trance
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Lost in a catatonic dance
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Know no future
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Damn the past
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Blind, warm, ecstatic
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Safe at last...
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Thick As Thieves
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Natalie Merchant |