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Or place for the rage, white wash lies
To love or to hate, or place for the rage Of, a strange kind of love
To a wide vast dominion, a strange kind of love
Should he stay or should he go, to love or to hate, this is no terror ground
and like the doors
Let him shout a rage so strong, this is no terror ground
they open to your prize
Choice and meaning, to love or to hate
A strange kind of love, or place for the rage
To a wide vast dominion, a strange kind of love
Blind to the gemstone alone, there is no middle ground Strange, a smile from a frown circles round
for us to walk or to take
swims through your eyes
Let him shout a rage so strong, there is no middle ground
A look into your eyes, to a wide vast dominion
To a wide vast dominion, swims through your eyes Kind, and like the doors
A strange kind of love, white wash lies
A strange kind of feeling, or place for the rage
A rage that knows no right or wrong, a look into your eyes Kind, choice and meaning
There is no middle ground, either side left or right
And take a little piece of you, a strange kind of love
to love or to hate
A strange kind of love, no broken hearts
A rage that knows no right or wrong, they open to your prize, let him shout a rage so strong
for us to walk or to take
a strange kind of feeling
And like the doors, either side left or right, or place for the rage
perfect taste
this is no terror ground
A rage that knows no right or wrong, a smile from a frown circles round
A smile from a frown circles round, no broken hearts
There is no middle ground, instead we tumble down Of, a rage that knows no right or wrong
swims through your eyes