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Peter Murphy - Tale Of The Tongue Lyrics

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  • The time is coming ripe
  • We are running fast
  • I see you coming closer
  • Closer to the mask
  • Come closer treat me softly
  • Where can the dreamer be?
  • How far we've come to know
  • How much we've come to see
  • And when I ask you softly
  • Oh what the real men saw
  • As I hit the roof again
  • Oh what the dreamer saw
  • The street still screams
  • The street still screams of garbage thoughts
  • The stain of anxious guys
  • Still we glimpse the faintest note
  • Of some battered somnambulant men
  • Of the desire to know the whys
  • The street still screams
  • Fixed notions fashion them
  • Their rules police the street
  • No chance of Latin way
  • Hold down to crude belief
  • Lassoed in the charges' web
  • Locked inside the nation's pride
  • To boast the red of freedom's move
  • They take the purple side
  • I'm told from day to day
  • Gaol slip from behind
  • We are the guards of our mistakes
  • Off and running blind
  • So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine
  • Take the coming day
  • If I seem to lag behind
  • Whisper me the way
  • The street still screams

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