| Just arrived on the seven-ten;
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| Thought I’d see the old gang again,
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| But you know how they come and go,
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| I’m just a stranger in town!
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| Everywhere, everyone I see
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| Seems to wonder who can I be,
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| And I swear no-one seems to care
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| About a stranger in town!
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| I saw a cottage on a lonely old street,
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| The weeds have grown round the gate.
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| Somehow I felt that you would wait here my sweet,
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| But it looks like I’m too late!
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| Guess I’ll leave on the twelve-o-two,
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| Can’t believe that there’s no more you!
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| Is there nothing for me, will I always be A stranger in my own home town?
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| Guess I’ll leave on the twelve-o-two,
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| Can’t believe that there’s no more you!
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| Is there nothing for me, will I always be A stranger in my own home town?
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| It hurts to be alone
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| With no-one of your own
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| When you’re a stranger in your own home town! |