| When the earth was still flat,
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| And the clouds made of fire,
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| And mountains stretched up to the sky,
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| Sometimes higher,
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| Folks roamed the earth
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| Like big rolling kegs.
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| They had two sets of arms.
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| They had two sets of legs.
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| They had two faces peering
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| Out of one giant head
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| So they could watch all around them
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| As they talked; |
| while they read.
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| And they never knew nothing of love.
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| It was before the origin of love.
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| The origin of love
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| And there were three sexes then,
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| One that looked like two men
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| Glued up back to back,
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| Called the children of the sun.
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| And similar in shape and girth
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| Were the children of the earth.
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| They looked like two girls
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| Rolled up in one.
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| And the children of the moon
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| Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
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| They were part sun, part earth
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| Part daughter, part son.
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| The origin of love
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| Now the gods grew quite scared
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| Of our strength and defiance
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| And Thor said,
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| I’m gonna kill them all
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| With my hammer,
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| Like I killed the giants.
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| And Zeus said, No,
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| You better let me Use my lightening, like scissors,
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| Like I cut the legs off the whales
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| And dinosaurs into lizards.
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| Then he grabbed up some bolts
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| And he let out a laugh,
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| Said, I’ll split them right down the middle.
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| Gonna cut them right up in half.
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| And then storm clouds gathered above
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| Into great balls of fire
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| And then fire shot down
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| From the sky in bolts
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| Like shining blades
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| Of a knife.
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| And it ripped
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| Right through the flesh
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| Of the children of the sun
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| And the moon
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| And the earth.
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| And some Indian god
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| Sewed the wound up into a hole,
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| Pulled it round to our belly
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| To remind us of the price we pay.
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| And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
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| Gathered up a big storm
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| To blow a hurricane,
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| To scatter us away,
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| In a flood of wind and rain,
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| And a sea of tidal waves,
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| To wash us all away,
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| And if we don’t behave
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| They’ll cut us down again
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| And we’ll be hopping round on one foot
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| And looking through one eye.
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| Last time I saw you
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| We had just split in two.
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| You were looking at me.
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| I was looking at you.
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| You had a way so familiar,
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| But I could not recognize,
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| Cause you had blood on your face;
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| I had blood in my eyes.
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| But I could swear by your expression
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| That the pain down in your soul
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| Was the same as the one down in mine.
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| That’s the pain,
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| Cuts a straight line
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| Down through the heart;
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| We called it love.
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| So we wrapped our arms around each other,
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| Trying to shove ourselves back together.
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| We were making love,
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| Making love.
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| It was a cold dark evening,
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| Such a long time ago,
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| When by the mighty hand of Jove,
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| It was the sad story
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| How we became
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| Lonely two-legged creatures,
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| It’s the story of The origin of love.
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| That’s the origin of love.
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| Song written by Stephen Trask |