| Who’s that stranger walking out in the cold?
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| Standing on the corner with his Kodachrome roll?
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| He may be a psychopath, he’s acting so strange
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| Lying to himself, saying nothing has changed
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| He stares across at a house on the block
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| Trying to find the courage to go over and knock
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| What will he say when they open the door?
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| «This was my home, but it ain’t no more.»
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| He can’t get Brixton, out of his system
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| It seems so pathetic, yeah, but it’s hard to forget it
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| Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn’t want to leave,
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| but what could he say?
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| Jumped into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he’d back some day
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| Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town
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| Could this street be a part of me? |
| I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to
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| be
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| Who’s that Peeping Tom climbing the wall?
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| Staring at the back yard, he’s gonna fall
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| He looks so suspicious, I should called the law
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| I wish I could remember where I’ve seen him before
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| Sunrise to sundown, stumbling through London town
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| He acts like he’s stranded, but that’s how he planned it
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| Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn’t want to leave,
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| but what could he say?
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| Jump into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he’d back some day
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| Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town
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| Could this street be a part of me? |
| I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to
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| be
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| Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town
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| Could this street be a part of me? |
| I can’t believe it — this ain’t no place to
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| be
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| Stranger in my home town, I’m just a stranger in my home town
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| Stranger in my home town, whoo! |
| Stranger in my home town. |
| I’m just a stranger
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| I’m a stranger, a stranger — I’m a stranger, a stranger … |