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By Peter Murphy, A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through
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By Peter Murphy, When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then I hear
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By Peter Murphy, Stepping on the road
He made his way
To the
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By Peter Murphy, Stepping on the road he made his way
To the stellar
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By Peter Murphy, It looks a dream, I could conquer it
The soft hills
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By Peter Murphy, Was it a lie? Was it the truth?
Does your blue
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By Peter Murphy, Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the
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By Peter Murphy, We have no image
We're just called, "The good friends"
We call
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By Peter Murphy, I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth
Present a fear
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By Peter Murphy, Cool cool breeze
Rivers flow below
The darkened room is closing
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By Peter Murphy, I can't see the light, I'm thrown in disgust
They speak
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By Peter Murphy, I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You
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By Peter Murphy, Deep ocean, vast sea
Your ocean heart, clothed in respect
And sweet
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By Peter Murphy, You came, I saw
I held your hand outta sight
'Cause your
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By Peter Murphy, Look at them now, look at them do
Look they found
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By Peter Murphy, Let go all the tears of your life the one
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By Peter Murphy, Gone to sound
Your vision' thirst
On a parted road
To wanderlust
The means
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By Peter Murphy, The girls won't touch me
Cos I've got a misdirection
Living at
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By Peter Murphy, Throws a look
Blows away
She woke up to follow
The lapping ocean
Is
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By Peter Murphy, It only takes the time between here and there
For landing
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By Peter Murphy, As if afloat, as if afraid
The spirits meet
Waited for an
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By Peter Murphy, Walking in the street, breath the only friend
Strangers pass me
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By Peter Murphy, One fine night the air did bring
Two little ones, called
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By Peter Murphy, To the crowd to the world you were so dry
And
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By Peter Murphy, Everything in its place
Idle flow
I've been running too
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By Peter Murphy, Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels
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By Peter Murphy, Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red
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By Peter Murphy, You smile at me
With your lost eyes
In awe of what
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By Peter Murphy, There is no place like
Just for Love
Just understand that
Just for
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By Peter Murphy, Love is all I need
Hope, is what I'm asking for
Lay