| she’s wielding silent weapons for all her quiet wars
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| and they’re raining down from heaven
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| and when it rains, it pours
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| and though she plays naive, she knows what they are for
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| and then god made adam eve, and then eve said i want more
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| and you grieve when she leave, guaranteed
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| she gave to you her candy, and at the time it was so sweet
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| but alone in your apartment now you feel your rotting teeth
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| and in the dentist chair you pray for sweet relief
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| and the blood’s the signifier that the lady was a liar
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| and all you thought you knew
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| come dripping down all over you
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| so you’re back inside the garden again and the tree of knowledge is bare
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| and then you see her in the distance and she’s in pink underwear
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| and you know it’s a mirage and that she’s not really there
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| but you’re blinded by the cold sweat in your eyes and the despair
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| so you run into the ether either you’re crazy
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| or she don’t really care
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| be patient, little boy
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| there is so much joy in this world
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| oh, but none of it’s mine
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| the angel that you lost
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| will come back to you
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| in due time
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| so she puts herself away again like the good book on a shelf
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| and you don’t know what to say again 'cause she’s left you in yourself
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| and you want to fight the war still but you haven’t got the help
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| 'cause she’s robbed you of your strength, your dignity and all you …
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| so you raise up your white flag, crying «baby, give it back»
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| give it back
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| give it back |