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A Strange Kind of Love
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A strange kind of love
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A strange kind of feeling
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Swims through your eyes
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And like the doors
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To a wide vast dominion
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They open to your prize
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This is no terror ground
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Or place for the rage
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No broken hearts
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White wash lies
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Just a taste for the truth
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Perfect taste choice and meaning
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A look into your eyes
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Blind to the gemstone alone
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A smile from a frown circles round
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Should he stay or should he go
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Let him shout a rage so strong
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A rage that knows no right or wrong
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And take a little piece of you
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There is no middle ground
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Or that's how it seems
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For us to walk or to take
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Instead we tumble down
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Either side left or right
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To love or to hate
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A Strange Kind of Love
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| Peter Murphy |
