| Bring me woman, bring me wine
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| Is cider sweeter than the vine?
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| You’re twisted
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| Round the bark
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| Our futures intertwined
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| Can I choose because I’m free?
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| Are you the beast inside of me?
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| Is this the truth that nothing ever comes for free?
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to try that taste you’re offering…
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| Breathing with a broken rib
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| I lay you down in empty cribs
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| And Adam’s apple is the only gift to give
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| Will you swallow? |
| Will you choke?
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| The rainbow promise that God broke?
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| Am I the bitterness you keep within your throat?
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to try that taste you’re offering…
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| Eve, she wants to try that taste you’re offering…
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| Bring me woman, bring me wine
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| Inside her sweeter than divine?
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| You’re twisted
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| Round the bar
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| Our futures intertwined
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| Can I choose because I’m free?
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| Are you the beast inside of me?
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| Is this the truth, that nothing ever comes for free?
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to try that taste you’re offering…
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she seeks the snake, says, «please God give me rotten fruits to drink»
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| Won’t you stay a while to rest?
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| Good and close?
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| Lay with me
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| Won’t you lay your mind to rest?
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| Allow to close
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| In a dream…
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss…
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss…
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she seeks the snake, says, «please God give me rotten fruits to drink»
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wonders why she’s belly down, you’re not supposed to think
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| Throw your face against the floor
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| Head in sand forever more
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| Forget those lies you heard, those truths you think you saw
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| Do you love me like a son?
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| Spurned and burning, am I shunned?
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| I’m stunned and churning but the backlash has begun
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wants to know things
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| Eve, she wonders why we’re belly down, you’re not supposed to…
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| Ignorance is bliss… |