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My mind goes back to the earliest times |
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When I learned how to use a sticking plaster |
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Now I understand why |
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Her beauty's better viewed in alabaster |
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Those wonderful flowers |
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The ones that bloom the best |
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They're the ones that you scared half to death |
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You catch their scent |
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In the physics of the situation |
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And all the physics meant |
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Oh, religion |
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It wasn't meant for everyone |
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Oh, religion |
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Even the truth can be a bad thing |
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My mind goes back to the earliest times |
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Adam's out there in the audience with Eve in the wings |
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And I'm not thick, I know that trick |
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Let's keep it all tugging at their heart-strings |
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Oh, religion |
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It wasn't meant for everyone |
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Oh, religion |
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Even the truth can be a bad thing |
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My soul goes back to our earliest words |
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Wanders around wondering, oh, where it is? |
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And then, black with age |
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It turns my face to bliss, away from the old abyss |
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Oh, evolution |
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It wasn't meant for everyone |
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Oh, evolution |
