| All you seekers of the truth
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| You really wouldn’t have a clue
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| Memories of misspent youth
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| The lines are drawn in black and blue
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| Soon there’ll be a time
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| When the world will lose its mind
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| Many will call your name
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| And as the world of wheels go round
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| I check into another town and …
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| The company of strangers
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| Who worship machines
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| That steal all their dreams
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| It’s a strange old world …
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| Shoot out on the boulevard
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| Strong armed men with hearts so hard
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| They all are some mother’s son
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| God is their judge, God is their gun
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| We can fly up to the moon
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| But try and find love in this room
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| While there’s water in the well
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| We know that angels cannot fly
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| The word that’s come down from on high, says
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| The company of strangers,
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| We’ll have to rely
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| And not question why
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| In this strange old world
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| Wish it all was a dream
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| Where things are not quite as they seem
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| Like a salmon colored sky
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| And as the world of wheels go round
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| I check into another town and…
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| The company of strangers
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| With mysterious eyes
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| The truth was once a lie
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| It’s a strange old world…
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| And on the way to where you are
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| I pass the ghost of Blanch DuBois and…
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| The kidness of strangers
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| I have com to rely
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| And I don’t question why
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| In this strange old world
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| Yea, it’s a strange old world…
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| Yea, it’s a strange old world… |