| Through the back door, my heart pounding
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| Up the stairwell it’s dark and dingy
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| I can feel the cold sweat on my fingertips
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| What is this power you have over me You with your black eyes and your red dress
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| In the afternoon the sun shines on Temple Street
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| All the Mexicans smile freedom
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| But you’re not like them, you got a heart ofblack ink
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| And since I met you I’m a stranger to myself
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| Since I met you I’m a stranger to my Stranger to myself, oh So many women walking beautiful
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| With L.A. dreams and eyes big as basketballs
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| But you’ve got a cold look that could paint them silly
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| And I don’t care if it’s good or evil
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| Since I met you I’m a stranger to myself
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| Since I met you I’m a stranger to my Stranger to myself, whoa
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| I can hear your footsteps on the floor
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| Devil or angel come and let me through your door
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| Your door, oh Since I met you I’m a stranger to myself
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| Since I met you I’m a stranger to myself
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| Oh, since I met you I’m a stranger to myself
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| Oh, since I met you I’m a stranger to my Stranger to myself, oh
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| (Stranger to myself, oh a stranger to myself)
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| Stranger
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| (Stranger to myself, whoa, a stranger)
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| To myself
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| (Stranger to myself, oh a stranger to myself)
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| Oh, a stranger
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| (Stranger to myself, oh, a stranger)
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| Well you know, darling
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| Since the day I met you, huh
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| I’m just a long, tall, dark, handsome
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| Stranger to myself
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| Whoa, a stranger |