| Your hands are snakes that bite from the apple
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| People will talk, laugh, then deny it
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| The only thing that’s left you’ll have to swallow
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| Our tails are not the only things we chase
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| All you’re left to hold is paradise
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| They’ll send you away and then build a fire
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| Fan off the haze, suppress your desires
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| The only thing that’s left you’ll have to swallow
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| Our tails are not the only things we chase
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| But all you’re left to hold is paradise that you’ve lost
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| You could change what you believe
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| And still Pandora sits within the fields of Babylon
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| You could cling, to what you feel
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| And yet the pain is caused by what you chose to focus on
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| Open your mind but keep it free
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| Our tails are not the only things we chase around
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| Hold your hands, out to receive
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| And all you’re left to hold is paradise that you’ve lost
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| It is paradise that you’ve lost
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| Oh, paradise that you’ve lost
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| Paradise that you’ve lost
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| Paradise, paradise, paradise |