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A strange kind of love |
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A strange kind of feeling |
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Swimms through your eyes |
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And like the doors 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 or 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 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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Eighter side left or right |
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To love or to hate |