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The Crimea
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Mountain of Strange
That girl she hated the telephone Smashed it off the wall like it was her kid brother The endless voices, stolen kisses, like desert orchids You were all my Christmases As long as there's still blood in my veins I'll tear down mountains 'Til I reach your mountain of strange You'll never fall asleep with your head on my chest again I promise that Ill wave to you When I'm going round the bend
Butterfly wings Stagger drunk in the halogen Moonlight in the The lost cities of your caress The unexplained mysteries There's a stranger in your favourite jeans
There was a signpost pointing to the sky Ill never reach your dizzy heights Not in a thousand lifetimes The endless winters in the whites of your eyes There was a signpost pointing to the sky
Butterfly wings Stagger drunk in the halogen The lost cities of your caress Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The unexplained mysteries There's a stranger in your favourite jeans
You don't have to be in prison to be in prison Any creed any colour any religion Man, woman and the little children in the London dungeons There's people hanging upside down Beneath cites bridges and underpasses Forming stalactites of tears like human chandeliers This is not the heaven that we saw on television Where was Steve McQueen where was Marillion Where was Roman Polanski and his amazing rain machine Seven million goldfish swimming in vicious circles in vicious streets Where were the virgins as far as the eye could see
Butterfly wings Stagger drunk in the halogen Moonlight in the spider webs In the burnt out cinema Your ghost still plays the Wurlitzer
We're falling off the radar screens We're falling off the radar screens Way out where the sunset ends Beyond our logic and comprehension
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