| The world goes mad around us
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| As I stand by and watch you sleep
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| In the hope that harm won’t find us
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| I pray the lord our souls to keep
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| Does he see us here?
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| Are we precious in his sight?
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| Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball?
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| He hurled out into the night
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| Somewhere east of eden
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| From the first time that we stumble
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| We learn that nothing is assured
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| However hopelessly we tumble
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| It’s by the grace of god that we endure
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| If there’s some better place
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| Far from all that’s wrong
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| But if god in his wisdom
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| Saw fit to put you here
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| Then here is where I belong
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| Somewhere east of eden
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| Maybe he laughs in our face
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| By way of the cold hard fact
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| That these moments framed in time and space
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| Are the same ones nothing can bring back
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| Maybe we exist and wonder through this world
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| Just to lead each other home
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| From somewhere east of eden |