| (You stand, tall about you
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| It stands, in august heat
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| Below in the market street
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| You wander, the old road)
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| He can’t take his eyes off you, so sudden the breeze feels cool
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| You’re caught in his bright eyes, blue stare so far from hell
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| So you run, run from the stranger
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| In this alien land
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| So you run, run from the stranger
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| Run away while you can
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| (Making your better way, you seek out a dark café
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| You sit at a vacant table feigning a smile)
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| You force out a laugh somehow
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| Maybe it’s over now
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| But then you turn around
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| He’s been there all the while
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| So you run, run from the stranger
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| In this alien land
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| So you run, run from the stranger
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| Run as fast you can, run, run
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| Tunisian moon, flooding the sky with light
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| You reach your hotel room
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| Everything seems alright
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| Tunisian moon revealing a shadowy wight
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| It’s the stranger, stranger!
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| So you run, run from the stranger
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| Run as fast as you can, oh, whoa
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| Stranger
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| Stranger
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| So you run, run
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| Ah, so you run, so you run
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| From the stranger… |