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Jesus walked again last night through the garden |
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With Eve and they spoke of seduction, corruption, temptation and defeat |
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Scoffing at her weakness |
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I was struck to my knees |
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And found myself among the apples |
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And my resistance growing weak |
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And my faith was faded to apathy |
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Just keep believing |
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That I'm so free, yeah |
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And if my eyes go blind |
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Don't worry, I won't mind |
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The truth is something they have never seen |
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Oh yeah |
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Oh, that jaundice moon that filled that sky |
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And bathed the sacred ground |
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I wrestled with my angel and I pinned her to the ground |
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Gloating at my prowess while I basked in her defeat |
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I noticed Satan had her by the ankles |
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And he held her down for me |
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And my mind was jaded, hypocrisy |
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Just keep believing |
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That I'm so free |
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And if my eyes go blind |
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Don't worry, I won't mind |
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Won't believe a thing that they have seen |
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Oh oh, nah yeah, oh yeah |
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Reaching for that reddish rose |
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Eyeing of its thorns |
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And they slashed my wrist and blead my body |
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What a killing thorn |
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Oh, that red rose don't smell so sweet no more |
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And if my eyes go blind |
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Don't worry, I won't mind |
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The truth is something they have never seen |
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Oh, and if my eyes go blind |
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Don't worry, I won't mind |
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The truth is something they could never see |
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I don't believe a thing that they have seen |
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Oh no, they can't see, my god they cannot see me |
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No, they won't believe, they won't believe |
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They won't believe, they won't believe |
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They can't believe, they can't believe |
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Oh no, Jesus walked again last night through the garden with me |