J. Spinks, T. Lewis
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I still remember what I saw last night
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Three small kids stealing money from a poor man
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Now that ain't right - no that ain't right
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I'm still thinking 'bout the things I heard
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Poor old man - he was frightened and afraid of every word
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- and it's all so absurd
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But times are changing now an d I still care
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There must be something we can do out there
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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I keep on walkin' through these run down streets
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Graffiti walls - this ain't nothing like it used to be
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Not for you or for me
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This town's never been so down before
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Looks like a photograph - someone mighta taken in
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the second world war
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Oh but what was that for
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So many people gave their lives for this
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There's nothing left for us to reminisce
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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When those sad days were over
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I'm sure they all thought that weld won
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But now as I look around
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We're still invaded by everyone
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Things won't ever be the same again
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I've not lost a town - I've lost my only friend
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Oh but where does it end
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We'll never change these times with good intent
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But right now I know I don't feel content
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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I'm like a stranger in my own town baby
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Stranger In My Own Town
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