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Peter Murphy – Creme De La Creme lyrics
We joined this land where they paint the ice
To find the new we thrown Saturn dice
We dream in gold and simurg blue
Créme de la Créme, it's to death, adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust
Tidal overflow reads the sign
The secret soul is all that shines
We sing our praise in model tones
And Dorian's mirror we do not own
We're being lit by the shining one
Out of ourselves to ourselves we've gone
We click the heels of our glitter red shoes
Créme de la Créme, it's to death, adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names, yeah
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
The secret soul
The secret soul
The secret soul
To find the new we thrown Saturn dice
We dream in gold and simurg blue
Créme de la Créme, it's to death, adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust
Tidal overflow reads the sign
The secret soul is all that shines
We sing our praise in model tones
And Dorian's mirror we do not own
We're being lit by the shining one
Out of ourselves to ourselves we've gone
We click the heels of our glitter red shoes
Créme de la Créme, it's to death, adieu
Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names, yeah
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
Out of ourselves, out of ourselves
The secret soul
The secret soul
The secret soul
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