What a strange day
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maybe I was dreaming
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nothing seemed entirely awake
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what uncertain light
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What a strange night
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it's dancing with the candle
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its atmosphere is---and drunk
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you can cut it with a knife
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what a strange life
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even as it's passing
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its hard to see it happening at all
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like a shadow on the wall
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what a strange god
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if everything is nothing
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then why is nothing ever what it seems
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what a hidden kind of love
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what a strange word
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just because you told it
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don't mean you told anything at all
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its better from a mime
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and what a strange line
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wrapped around in letters
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a drawing for a symbol for a sound
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its never right before its wrong
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what a strange song
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a heat to beat the rhythm
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a brain to move the melody along
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a tune of everybody's choice
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what a strange voice
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coming from the speaker
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recorded on the twentieth of may
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what a strange day
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What a Strange Day
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| Dr. Dog |
