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~ Eden ~

You treat this place like a hotel, money speaks all language.
In this enchanted time of year when little children disappear!
He had a heart, as black as the souls of his feet.
Hidden deep behind those eyes, his fathers words were on his mind, I never listen to mother.

We will inherit the earth! Bask in its worth, making loose ends, meet our gypsy friends.
And when I reach that ripe old age I’ll look down and smile.

All the things we sacrificed to catch a glimpse of paradise.
In this enchanted time of year when little children disappear!
You should never trust you neighbours, for they’ll stab you in the back.
What do you write to a dying man who’s had life ripped from his hands?
I always listen to Father.

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from Rushing The Borders, released December 10, 2009

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