| 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 |