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He takes a bite of the apple |
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And a vision appears |
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He follows the light until the image is clear |
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He sees her porcelain beauty |
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Against another man's skin |
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He hears her moaning |
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A way she hadn't for him |
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With grotesque fascination |
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He watches until they fall still |
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He burns with the knowledge of good and evil |
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(Chorus) |
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He feels like he's falling, falling |
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Out of grace and into knowledge |
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He watches with dry eyes |
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Eyes that have changed |
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One final memory of the vision remains |
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Her playful body enjoying the sweet taste of sin |
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The dance of love that's now foreign to him |
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Day turns to night and night turns to day |
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He puts the illusions of his childhood away |
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With the new understanding he builds a world of his own |
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Outside the garden he finds the will to go on |
