We joined this land
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Where they paint the ice
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To find the new
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We thrown saturn dice
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We dream in gold
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And Simurg blue
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Creme de la Creme
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It's to death adieu
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Now, we're laying
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On new waves
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Our guns have lost
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Their victims' names
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Our concrete minds
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Have turned to dust
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Angelic police
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Have killed our lust
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Now, we're laying
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On new waves
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Our guns have lost
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Their victims' names
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Our concrete minds
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Have turned to dust
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Angelic police
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Have killed our lust
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Tidal overflow
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Reads the sign
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The secret soul
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Is all that shines
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We sing our praise
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In model tones
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And Dorian's mirror
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We do not own
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We're being lit by
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The shining One
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Out of ourselves
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To ourselves we've gone
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We click the heels
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Of our glitter, red shoes
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Creme de la Creme
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It's to death adieu
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Now, we're laying
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On new waves
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Our guns have lost
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Their victims' names
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Out of ourselves
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Oo
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The secret soul
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The secret soul
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The secret soul
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Oo
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Oo
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Oo
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Creme De La Creme
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| Peter Murphy |
