| I’m jam packed full of movie clips and other junk
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| TV shows and videos and another whole bunch of stuff
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| It’s like a snippet of a song that no longer belongs
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| And I’m looking to the comfort of strangers
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| It’s noisy and disjointed in this tangled mess
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| I’m jarred and jangling on a raw and jagged edge
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| It’s like a picture that has faded the colours have all blurred
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| And I’m drawn to the comfort of strangers.
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| And I see myself lying in your arms
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| When I close my eyes at night
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| No complex conversation
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| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers
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| I’m fit to burst with CD tracks and stereo
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| Coupled with bad memories that just never seem to go
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| And you’d have think that I’d learnt that I always get burned
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| When I take refuge in the comfort of strangers
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| Still I see myself lying in your arms
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| When I close my eyes at night
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| No complex conversation
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| Ooh to taste the comfort of strangers
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| Oh lead me not into temptation
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| To fight these feelings of frustration
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| I want a stillness inside and a silence of mind
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| And to stop dreaming of the comfort of strangers
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| And I see myself lying in your arms
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| When I close my eyes at night
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| And I see myself lying in your arms
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| When I close my eyes at night
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| No complex conversation
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| Ooh to taste the comfort, I want to taste the comfort
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| Oh please give me the comfort of your arms
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| The comfort of strangers
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| The comfort of strangers
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| It’s you, only you
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| The stranger I’ve been dreaming of
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| I close my eyes and I’m lying in your arms
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| Your arms, with you, with you
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| The stranger I’ve been dreaming of
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| I close my eyes
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| The comfort of strangers
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| The comfort of strangers |