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there's a stranger in my life |
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running from god knows what |
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there's a stranger in the cold |
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waiting outside the door |
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but I don't care |
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where you been |
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there's a stranger out there |
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and I'm willing to let him in |
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there's a stranger in my arms |
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whispering somebody's name |
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there's a stranger in my face |
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safe in this hiding place |
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but I don't care |
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where you been |
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there's a stranger out there |
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and I'm willing to let him in |
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stranger...than pictures that hang on the wall and start bleeding |
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stranger...than fiction, the life you and I are now leading |
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there's a stranger at the door |
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something I've felt here before |
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he keeps pounding at my heart |
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sounding just like an alarm |
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it'll change when he finds |
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the writing on the wall |
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and the stranger will find |
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that we're really not strangers at all |
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no, |
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we're really |
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not |
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strangers |
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at all |
