| I still remember what I saw last night
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| Three small kids stealing money from a poor man
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| Now that ain’t right — no that ain’t right
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| I’m still thinking 'bout the things I heard
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| Poor old man — he was frightened and afraid of every word
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| — and it’s all so absurd
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| But times are changing now an d I still care
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| There must be something we can do out there
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby
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| I keep on walkin' through these run down streets
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| Graffiti walls — this ain’t nothing like it used to be
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| Not for you or for me
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| This town’s never been so down before
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| Looks like a photograph — someone mighta taken in
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| The second world war
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| Oh but what was that for
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| So many people gave their lives for this
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| There’s nothing left for us to reminisce
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby
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| When those sad days were over
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| I’m sure they all thought that weld won
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| But now as I look around
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| We’re still invaded by everyone
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| Things won’t ever be the same again
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| I’ve not lost a town — I’ve lost my only friend
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| Oh but where does it end
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| We’ll never change these times with good intent
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| But right now I know I don’t feel content
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby
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| I’m like a stranger in my own town baby |