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Pardon me, madam, my name is |
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EveI think it's time for you to leave |
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I don't believe that we have met |
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That's one thing you would not forget |
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In another time or life |
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When I was his only wife |
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When I was his only bride |
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Before I was torn out from his side |
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In the orchard apples are withering |
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In the shadows something is slithering |
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So go along there if you must |
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And try to do as |
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I suggestHe's just a gathering of dust |
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And if he can't recall my name |
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Tell him to take his time, it's worth recovering |
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Look at me and what |
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I'm covered in |
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I'm covered in shame |
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I came back looking for a mad man |
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Wandered everywhere and then |
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Stood outside and gazed upon |
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A beautiful garden, a shimmering pond |
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See the sunlight on the leaves that dapple |
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Did you see my little teeth marks on the apple? |
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Don't close the door on the hand |
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I'm offering |
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There is always someone on the outside doing all of the suffering |
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In the orchard, apples are withering |
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In the shadows, something is slithering |
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But in another time or life |
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When I was his only wife |
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When I was his only bride |
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Before I was torn out |
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Before I was torn out |
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Before I was torn out |
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From his side |
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Pardon me, madam, my name is |
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EvePardon me, madam, my name is |
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EveI think it's time for one of us to leave |
