| Heard another song on the radio,
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| Reminds me of a life many moons ago,
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| It seems like years of dreaming have slipped away,
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| The face I knew, is not the face I knew today.
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| I’m looking at a stranger in the eye,
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| My tears become rivers,
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| They washed away the fire.
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| I walk on the streets where the cracks and creases show,
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| Running into someone that I used to know,
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| I trace the lines that take me to these memories,
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| But something’s missing here, they don’t lead back to me.
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| I’m looking at a stranger in the eye,
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| My tears become rivers,
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| They washed away the fire.
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| Feels like my soul got left behind,
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| But if I listen to my heart,
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| I know it’s just a matter of time
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye.
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| I’m looking at a stranger in the eye,
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| My tears become rivers,
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| They washed away the fire.
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| Feels like my soul got left behind,
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| But if I listen to my heart,
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| I know it’s just a matter of time
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye.
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye,
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye,
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye (goodbye),
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| 'Til a stranger says goodbye. |