Jungle Haze
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Peter Murphy
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You smile at me With your lost eyes In awe of what you think Your heaven thick with wanderlust Your gold Just cold cold steel
Where is love in that Jungle Haze You're building temples made with sand
You call on them to kiss your feet When you should kiss their hand Your heaven thick with dust Your wishing Still so clean
Where is love in that Jungle Haze You're building temples made with sand Leave your city Leave your dream Let the silent sway
Come hear the silent sway
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