| In the beginning there was nothingness and God but waved his hand
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| And from the endless void there sprang the beauty of the land
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| And high above the canyon walls the diamond stars were new
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| And breezes blew from nothingness and herbs and grasses grew
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| And silent creatures roamed the Earth and multiplied their kind
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| And man was but a molecule that God had left behind
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| We have grown we have grown, we have captured the throne
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| Of the kingdom God made for our winning
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| We have grown we have grown, but our children alone
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| Have so little time left for beginning
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| And mountains sprang and chaos rang the overture of life
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| And rivers coursed the twisted blade of natures sharpest knife
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| And cut beneath the rolling dales a gateway to the sea
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| While tidal waves and mighty gales were heard in symphony
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| And sunshine fell upon the waves and warmed the virgin land
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| And from the mud a drop of blood was left upon the sand
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| We have grown we have grown, we have captured the throne
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| Of the kingdom God made for our winning
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| We have grown we have grown, but our children alone
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| Have so little time left for beginning
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| And eagles flew from craggy peaks above the garden wall
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| The drop of blood became a man, the tree of life grew tall
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| And perfect in his loneliness, a rib pulled from his chest
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| Formed a sweet companion of pulchritude and breast
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| And from the tree of knowledge God said they could not eat
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| And perfect was their paradise unto the serpent at their feet
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| We have grown we have grown, we have captured the throne
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| Of the kingdom God made for our winning
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| We have grown we have grown, but our children alone
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| Have so little time left for beginning
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| Tree of knowledge, tree of death, upon the ground they trod
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| The serpent said your eye’s will see and ye will be a god
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| Defy the word and eat the fruit and ye will never die
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| And you will chart your destiny and rule the Earth and sky
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| And man was banished east of Eden. |
| See what we have lost
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| For though the father sets the price, the children pay the cost
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| We have grown we have grown, we have captured the throne
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| Of the kingdom God made for our winning
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| We have grown we have grown, but our children alone
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| Have so little time left for beginning |