| Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent
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| I simply watch, your little life from high above
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| Wanting to call you, wanting to sing
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| Inside your ears and lips and eyes and soul
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| I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon
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| There’s a Garden of Eden
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| In your distant heart
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| Garden of Eden
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| In your earthly arms
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| Here I stand, a serpent queen of the garden
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| I’m beckoning, but you ignore my siren song
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| Oh I long, to touch you, to step inside your sacred gate
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| I’ll dig my grave in the middle of golden bible snake
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| There’s a Garden of Eden
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| In your distant heart
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| Garden of Eden
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| In your earthly arms
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| The black-eyed bird is dying
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| The queen is dead
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| She’ll never step foot in Eden
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| There’s a Garden of Eden
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| In your distant heart
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| Garden of Eden
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| In your earthly arms |