| I’ve been on my own these days
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| Tryna to figure out the pace
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| When I don’t even know the place, I’m going to
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| It’s gotten to the point one time
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| I didn’t recognize myself
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| I thought that I was someone else beside you
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| So where do I go
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| When I don’t even know where I am right now?
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| And what am I to believe
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| When things keep getting stranger?
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| Oh, I know so many strangers
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| And I tried to organize my fears
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| But they didn’t change at all
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| And now they live across the hall from each other
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| And I made a few friends last week
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| And thought I fell in love again
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| But I’m already in Los Angeles
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| And they both love one another
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| So, what do I do
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| When everything feels new
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| But all I want is to feel my age?
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| And what am I to say
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| When you feel like a stranger?
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| Oh, I know so many strangers
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| And everything gets stranger and stranger
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| And stranger and stranger
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| And stranger and stranger
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| I know so many strangers
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| And strangers and strangers
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| And everything is stranger
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| And stranger and stranger
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| And stranger and stranger
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| And stranger |