People are strange, when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down
When you're strange- faces come out of the rain (rain,
rain)
When you're strange- no one remembers your name
When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're
str-ange
domingo, 18 de novembro de 2007
Strange...
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