| Well I feel just like a stranger
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| I don’t sleep at all anymore
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| and the arms that used to hold me well now they done me harm
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| and I feel just like a murderer
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| and i feel just like a gun
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| I’ve been shaking in the hand of somebody
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| who’s finally had enough
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| As you step out into the city
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| no one to find you or recognize
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| as your black heels kick out the beat
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| of my heart in perfect time
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| Singing la la la la la lala la look at you saving my life
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| singing la la la la la lala la tonight you’re saving my life, yeah
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| Now I’ve had the saints and patience
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| and i wait on the telephone
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| I have bills for this
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| tabs for that
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| something that used to resemble a soul
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| so wont anybody take my hand
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| and wont anybody ease my ache
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| and I still love rock n roll
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| and I still call somebody baby
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| As you step out into the city
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| no one to find you or recognize
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| as your black heels kick out the beat
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| of my heart in perfect time
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| Singing la la la la la lala la look at you saving my life
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| singing la la la la la lala la tonight you’re saving my life, yeah
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| As you step out into the city
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| no one to find you or recognize
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| as your black heels kick out the beat
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| of my heart in perfect time
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| Singing la la la la la lala la look at you saving my life
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| singing la la la la la lala la tonight you’re saving my life
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| singing la la la la la lala la Lean on the end of the knife
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| singing la la la la lala la la tonight you’re saving my life, yeah |