| Oh Dr. Strange, rides a carriage touched in gold into my life, love in vain
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| In this place ghostly scepter of a chilly lonely night of pain
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| She’s got to me, she’s got to me, yeah
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| And now she’s dancing like a fire in front of me
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| Speaking in tongues of a mystery and somehow I’m in a rage
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| And what holds us together rends us apart
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| One fixation and an arrow to the heart
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| It’s not living it’s dying, when she’s touching your soul
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| If this is living, I’m dying, going down, down, out of control
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| Shifting sand surrounds the world precious time slips through my hand
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| Killing days, try and make it through this heavenly sleep haze
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| Oh and she’s got to me, she’s got to me, yeah yeah
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| Now she’s looking right down inside of me showing me sights that I want to see
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| and whispering promises of ecstasy
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| And what holds us together rends us apart
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| Love fixation and an arrow to the heart
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| It’s not living it’s dying, when she’s tucked in your soul
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| If this is living I’m dying, going down, down, out of control
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| Too long in the great unknown
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| How I wish that I was told
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| Dancing to oblivion
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| Oh and it’s gone so long…
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| Oh Dr. Strange rides a carriage touched in gold into my life…
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| In this place, ghostly scepter of a chilly lonely night
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| And what holds us together tears us apart
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| One fixation and a left? |
| to the heart
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| It’s not living its dying when she’s touching your soul
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| If this is living I’m dying, going down down, out of control
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| It’s not living it’s dying, when she’s touching your soul
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| If this is living I’m dying, going down down out of control
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| Yeah yeah |