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A little watch worn in my broken wrist
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always teaching always the same.
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A signal light standing in the crossway.
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It's eyes flickering out of order.
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Just like a can sadly my shell is spread out in places
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and it is reflected in my mirror more sadly.
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Now, I will go alone this way to go.
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I'm a stranger on my way.
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It's a expression of solitude I felt.
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I'm a stranger on my way.
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But I will fight against them.
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Darkness came down in this street again.
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Neon nights hold a tense atmosphere in it's arms.
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It's in a crowd miserable solitude I felt.
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Now, I sill go alone this way to go
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.
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You're a stranger on my way.
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It's a expression of solitude I felt.
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You're stranger on my way.
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But I will fight against them.
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Stranger
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| Stranger |
