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Eeast of Eden

I was born to strangers in a strange land
East of Eden in the land of Nod

Who am I and why am I here
the questions wrecked my days
drove me into the arms of the night
and a sour neon world

Beer and whisky took me away
from the strangers' spiritless house
where I'd learned to drown my dreams

I was born to strangers in a strange land
East of Eden in the land of Nod


City and country desert and hill
I floated on smoke and fell into the world
I re-crossed the country and drank my fill

The needle and pipe gave me silver wings
and taught me how to fly
and then they wrecked me on the rocks
and ripped away the sky

I was born to strangers in a strange land
East of Eden in the land of Nod

The perfumed breast and languourous hand
of the days when I was young
became a wary eye and acid tongue
describing what I'd become

Washed to a margin of the world
on a purtrid backbay shore
I asked for help and was raised upright
to gain my feet once more

I was born to strangers in a strange land
East of Eden in the land of Nod

Now I rest on a hill in a greening land
West of Eden
Set on the land
Held in the hand of God

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