| I found a little plot of land
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| In the garden of Eden
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| It was dirt, and dirt is all the same
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| I tilled it with my two hands
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| And I called it my very own
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| There was no one to dispute my claim
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| Well, you’d be shocked at the state of things
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| The whole place had just cleared right out
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| It was hotter than hell, so I laid me by a spring
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| For a spell as naked as a trout
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| The wandering eye that I have caught
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| Is as hot as a wandering sun
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| But I will want for nothing more, in my garden
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| Start again, in my hardening to every heart but one
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| Meet me in the garden of Eden
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| Bring a friend
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| We are gonna have ourselves a time
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| We are gonna have a garden party
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| It’s on me, no, sirree, it’s my dime
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| We broke our hearts in the war between
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| St. George and the dragon
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| But both, in equal part are welcome to come along
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| I’m inviting everyone
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| Farewell to loves that I have known
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| Even muddiest waters run
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| Tell me, what is meant by sin, or none in a garden
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| Seceded from the union in the year of A.D. 1
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| The unending amends you’ve made
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| Are enough for one life
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| Be done
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| I believe in innocence, little darling
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| Start again
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| I believe in everyone
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| I believe, regardless
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| I believe in everyone |