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A strange kind of love |
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A strange kind of feeling |
| [00:25.22] |
Swims through your eyes |
| [00:32.10] |
And like the doors |
| [00:34.62] |
To a wide vast dominion |
| [00:39.68] |
They open to your prize |
| [00:47.46] |
This is no terror ground |
| [00:50.84] |
Or place for the rage |
| [00:54.80] |
No broken hearts, white wash lies |
| [01:02.44] |
Just a taste for truththe |
| [01:04.89] |
Perfect taste, choice and meaning |
| [01:09.98] |
A look into your eyes |
| [01:32.52] |
Blind to the gemstone alone |
| [01:34.94] |
|
| [01:36.16] |
A smile from a frown circles round |
| [01:40.01] |
Should he stay or should he go? |
| [01:47.15] |
Let him shout a rage so strong |
| [01:50.36] |
A rage that knows no right or wrong |
| [01:54.94] |
And take a little piece of you |
| [02:02.51] |
There is no middle ground |
| [02:05.98] |
Or that's how it seems |
| [02:09.92] |
For us to walk or to take |
| [02:17.12] |
Instead we tumble down |
| [02:19.85] |
Either side left or right |
| [02:23.90] |
To love or to hate |
