Intro: Lover, I remember laying out a map Throwing our possessions in the van Your tapes piled on the backseat And a camera in your hand Dressed for our arrival in the Strangeland Strangeland blind You got no reason You got no rhyme You get no time to put things right To put things right You drove across the border As the winter rains ran dry And, only fit for birdsong, filled the sky You threw your head back screaming as we raced across wet sand And lept into the waters of the Strangeland Strangeland blind You got no reason You got no rhyme You get no time to put things right To put things right You wound the rope around me And you pulled the knots in tight And shook me like a bad dream from your sight And now the things I?ve done to forget you Well, it?s not what I had planned The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland Strangeland blind You got no reason You got no rhyme You get no time to put things right To put things Strangeland dreams You tore my baby away from me We get no time to put things right To put things right You get no time to put things right To put things right To put things right To put things right
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