| Jesus walked again last night through the garden
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| With Eve and they spoke of seduction, corruption, temptation and defeat
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| Scoffing at her weakness
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| I was struck to my knees
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| And found myself among the apples
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| And my resistance growing weak
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| And my faith was faded to apathy
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| Just keep believing
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| That I’m so free, yeah
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| And if my eyes go blind
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| Don’t worry, I won’t mind
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| The truth is something they have never seen
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh, that jaundice moon that filled that sky
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| And bathed the sacred ground
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| I wrestled with my angel and I pinned her to the ground
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| Gloating at my prowess while I basked in her defeat
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| I noticed Satan had her by the ankles
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| And he held her down for me
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| And my mind was jaded, hypocrisy
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| Just keep believing
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| That I’m so free
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| And if my eyes go blind
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| Don’t worry, I won’t mind
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| Won’t believe a thing that they have seen
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| Oh oh, nah yeah, oh yeah
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| Reaching for that reddish rose
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| Eyeing of its thorns
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| And they slashed my wrist and blead my body
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| What a killing thorn
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| Oh, that red rose don’t smell so sweet no more
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| And if my eyes go blind
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| Don’t worry, I won’t mind
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| The truth is something they have never seen
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| Oh, and if my eyes go blind
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| Don’t worry, I won’t mind
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| The truth is something they could never see
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| I don’t believe a thing that they have seen
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| Oh no, they can’t see, my god they cannot see me
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| No, they won’t believe, they won’t believe
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| They won’t believe, they won’t believe
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| They can’t believe, they can’t believe
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| Oh no, Jesus walked again last night through the garden with me |