| Acid casualties and angry young men
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| The litmus test of a guitar and pen
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| Revolve around date sheets lost lonely rooms
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| And this is my home and I will leave soon
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| For a house with a tower
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| Where there’s visiting hours
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| And the day leaves it’s taste on a spoon
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| Stranger than the stranger
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| Who walks by my bed
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| Shares in my life
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| Lives although dead
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| Stranger than the stranger I am sure
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| Stranger than the stranger on the shore
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| The black eye of the camera bruised by my blush
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| Leaves another chin and another hair cut
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| The image in focus the shot aims to kill
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| And I’m cropped at the waist as I run through the mill
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| So I’m lost for an encore
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| The kodachrome wants more
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| Now I’m snapped with my head in the still
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| Stranger than the stranger
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| Who walks by my bed
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| Shares in my life
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| Lives although dead
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| Stranger than the stranger I am sure
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| Stranger than the stranger on the shore
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| The contract’s been signed with a stroke of my blood
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| I’m drowned by the name that sinks in the mud
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| Thrown from emotion to swim back to the shore
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| Where the sound of a drum beats time to applause
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| Now my life’s in danger
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| Of ending up stranger
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| Than the stranger who walked on the shore
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| Stranger than the stranger
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| Who walks by my bed
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| Shares in my life
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| Lives although dead
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| Stranger than the stranger I am sure
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| Stranger than the stranger on the shore |