When the earth was still flat, and the clouds made of fire
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And mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher
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Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs
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They had two sets of arms, two sets of legs
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They had two faces peering out of one giant head
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And they could watch all around them
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And 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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Origin of love
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And there were three sexes then
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One that looked like two men glued back to back
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Called the children of the sun
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And similar in shape and girth were the children of the earth
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They looked like two girls rolled up in one
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And the children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon
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They were part sun, part earth, part daughter, part son
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Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance
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And Thor said:
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"I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer
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Like I killed the giants."
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And Zeus said:
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"No, you better let me use my lightning, like scissors
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Like I cut the legs off 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, said:
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"I'll split them right down to the middle
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Gonna rip them right 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 the fire shot down
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From the sky in bolts
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Like shining blades of a knife
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And it ripped right through the flesh
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Of the children of the sun
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And the moon, 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 dont behave
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They'll cut us down again
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And well be hopping round on one foot
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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, and 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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And 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 pain down in mine
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That's the pain
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Cuts a straight line down through the heart
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We call 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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It was a cold dark evening 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 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, origin of love, origin of love
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The Origin of Love
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| Rufus Wainwright |
