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Who's that stranger walking out in the cold? |
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Standing on the corner with his Kodachrome roll? |
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He may be a psychopath, he's acting so strange, |
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Lying to himself, saying nothing has changed. |
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He stares across at a house on the block, |
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Trying to find the courage to go over and knock. |
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What will he say when they open the door? |
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"This was my home, but it ain't no more." |
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He can't get Brixton, out of his system. |
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It seems so pathetic, yeah, but it's hard to forget it. |
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Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn't want to leave, but what could he say? |
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Jumped into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he'd back some day. |
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Stranger in my home town, I'm just a stranger in my home town. |
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Could this street be a part of me? I can't believe it - this ain't no place to be. |
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Who's that Peeping Tom climbing the wall? |
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Staring at the back yard, he's gonna fall. |
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He looks so suspicious, I should called the law, |
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I wish I could remember where I've seen him before. |
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Sunrise to sundown, stumbling through London town. |
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He acts like he's stranded, but that's how he planned it. |
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Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn't want to leave, but what could he say? |
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Jump into the lorry, left there in a hurry, never knowing he'd back some day. |
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Stranger in my home town, I'm just a stranger in my home town. |
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Could this street be a part of me? I can't believe it - this ain't no place to be. |
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[Dave - Solo] |
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Stranger in my home town, I'm just a stranger in my home town. |
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Could this street be a part of me? I can't believe it - this ain't no place to be. |
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Stranger in my home town, I'm just a stranger in my home town. |
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Stranger in my home town, whoo! Stranger in my home town. I'm just a stranger. |
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[Dave - Solo] |
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I'm a stranger, a stranger - I'm a stranger, a stranger ... |
