(Bachman-Cummings)
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Dark day, windy city
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Raincoat on my shoulder
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So take my hand and show me where to go
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‘Cause don’t you know I’m the proper stranger
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Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks
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Freeway people on the move
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So take my hand and show me where to go
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‘Cause don’t you know I’m the proper stranger
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I’m the proper stranger
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Nobody knows my face or
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Knows my name
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Nobody knows where I’m goin’ or
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How I came
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Lost and found, no one claimed me
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All alone with a million others
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So take my hand and show me where to go
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‘Cause don’t you know I’m the proper stranger
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Broke my mind, had no spare
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Nothing left and no tomorrow
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so take my hand and show me where to go
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‘Cause don’t you know I’m the proper stranger
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Proper Stranger
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| The Guess Who |
