(Whitlock, Small *)
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The honest spirit been blue iced; it's chilling me to the bone
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Maybe now it's right, yea, I think that it's time to go
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Every nation all around feeling kind of weird
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Faster than both light and sound
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I think I'm gonna disappear
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Cause I'm a stranger in a strange land
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Just a stranger, a solitary man
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All alone I stand, just a stranger in a strange land
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By the time you hear my voice I already will be gone
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I don't have much choice; I already stayed too long,
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In another place and time, I'll find where I belong
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Until that day arrives, I guess I'll be moving on
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Cause I'm a stranger in a strange land
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Just a stranger, a solitary man
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All alone I stand, just a stranger in a strange land
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Yea, yea
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No matter where I go I feel like a refugee
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I guess…somewhere I know
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There's got to be a place for me
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I feel so lonely, yea, no matter where I go, I feel like a stranger ,yes I do,
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Yes I do I feel like a stranger
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Cause I'm a stranger in a strange land
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Just a stranger, a solitary man
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I'm a stranger in a strange land
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Just a stranger, a solitary man
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Yea Yea I feel like a stranger
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Stranger In A Strange Land
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| John Entwistle |
