| Once I had a strange love,
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| a mad sort of insane love,
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| a love so fast and fierce,
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| I thought that I would die.
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| Yes once I had a strange love,
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| a pure but very pain love,
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| a love that burned like fire through a field.
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| And once I had a strange love,
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| a publicly acclaimed love,
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| the kind of love as seen in magazines.
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| And once I had a strange love,
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| a beautiful and vain love,
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| a love I think that’s better left in dreams.
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| Strangers love,
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| Strangers love
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| And once I had a strange love,
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| A morally inflamed love,
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| We’d go on holy battles in the night.
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| And then there was that strange love,
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| that vulgar and profane love,
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| the kind of love that we don’t talk about.
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| Yes once I had a strange love,
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| a lying infidel love,
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| who wove in stories like Scheherazade.
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| And once I had a strange love,
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| a flaky white kiki love,
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| we ran so fast
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| we almost spilled our guts.
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| You see I’ve had some strange love,
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| some good, some bad, some plain love,
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| some so so love,
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| so what?
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| and c’est la vie
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| But just let me proclaim love
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| that out of all this strange love
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| You’re the strangest love I’ve ever known. |