| Lover, I remember laying out our map
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| Throwing our possessions in the van
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| Your tapes piled on the back seat
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| And a camera in your hand
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| Dressed for our arrival in the strangeland
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| Strangeland blind
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| You got no reason, you got no rhyme
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| You get no time to put things right, to put things right
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| We drove across the border as the winter rains ran dry
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| And only fateful birdsong filled the sky
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| You threw your head back screaming
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| As we raced across wet sand
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| And leapt into the waters of the strangeland
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| Strangeland blind
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| You got no reason, you got no rhyme
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| You get no time to put things right, to put things right
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| You wound the rope around me
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| And you pulled the knots in tight
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| And shook me like a bad dream from your sight
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| And now the things I’ve done to forget you
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| Well, it’s not what I had planned
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| The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the strangeland
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| Strangeland blind
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| You got no reason, you got no rhyme
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| You get no time to put things right, to put things
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| Strangeland dreams
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| You tore my baby away from me
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| We get no time to put things right, to put things right
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| You get no time to put things right, to put things right
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| To put things right, to put things right |