| The boys on the stairs
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| Ghosts moving, dancing, in black and white
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| Disappearing through the hall
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| Like silhouettes, something from a magazine
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| Wise blood ringing in my ears
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| I didn’t want to go home
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| A stranger in a new town
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| This is where it all breaks down
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| One road leading off the estate
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| The band started late, played on into the night
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| Spirit like water building up and knocking down
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| Leading us together, leading us together
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| It’s good to be a stranger, every now and then
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| Something, something’s getting closer
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| A stranger in a new town
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| This is where it all breaks down
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| One road leading off the estate
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| One face staring the opposite way
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| Concrete dust and orange peel
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| Kids rolling down Tunstall Hill
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| A bird crows on and on until
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| A stranger in a new town
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| Your money’s no good here
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| A stranger in a new town
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| The language is good here
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| A stranger in a new town
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| I’m falling in love with everything I see
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| A stranger in a new town
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| I’ve got to get the perfect start
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| A stranger in a new town
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| Your money’s no good here
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| A stranger in a new town
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| The language is good here
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| A stranger in a new town
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| I’m falling in love with everything I see
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| A stranger in a new town
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| I’ve got to get the perfect start
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| A stranger in a new town
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| Your money’s no good here |