| Remember how it all began
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| The apple and the fall of man
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| The price we paid
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| So the people say
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| Down a path of shame it lead us
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| Dared to bite the hand that fed us
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| The fairy tale
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| The moral end
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| The wheel of fortune
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| Never turns again
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| The worst of it has come and gone
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| In the chaos of millennium
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| In the falling out of the doomsday crowd
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| Their last retreat is moving slow
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| They burn their bridges as they go
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| The heretic is beautified
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| He’ll teach the harlot’s child to smile
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| Wracked again by indecision
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| Should we make that small incision
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| Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
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| We cut, we scratched
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| We ran, we slashed
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| And when he opened up at last
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| Found a cul-de-sac
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| Deep and black
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| Of smoke and ash
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| Deep and black
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| Smoke and ash
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| The wicked king of parody
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| Is kissing all his enemies
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| On the seventh day
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| Of the seventh week
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| The tyrant’s voice is softer now
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| But just for one forgiving hour
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| Before the rise of his
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| Iron fist again
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| Fist again
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| I’ve come tonight
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| I’ve come to know
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| The way we are
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| The way we’ll go
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| And to measure this
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| The width of the wide abyss
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| I come to you in restless sleep
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| Where all your dreams turn bittersweet
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| With voodoo doll philosophies
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| And day-glo holy trinities
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| The crooked raft that leaves the shore
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| Ferries drunken souls aboard
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| Pilgrims march to compostela
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| Visions of their saint in yellow
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| All follow deep in trance
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| Lost in a catatonic dance
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| Know no future
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| Damn the past
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| Blind, warm, ecstatic
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| Safe at last |