(Difford/Tilbrook)
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Acid casualties and angry young men
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The litmus test of a guitar and pen
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Revolve around date sheets lost lonely rooms
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And this is my home and I will leave soon
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For a house with a tower
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Where there's visiting hours
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And the day leaves its taste on a spoon
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The black eye of the camera bruised by my blush
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Leaves another chin and another hair cut
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The image in focus the shot aims to kill
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And I'm cropped at the waist as I run through the mill
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So I'm lost for an encore
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The kodachrome wants more
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Now I'm snapped with my head in the still
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The contract's been signed with a stroke of my blood
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I'm drowned by the name that sinks in the mud
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Thrown from emotion to swim back to the shore
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Where the sound of a drum beats time to applause
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Now my life's in danger
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Of ending up stranger
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Than the stranger who walked on the shore
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Stranger than the stranger
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Who walks by my bed
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Shares in my life
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Lives although dead
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Stranger than the stranger I am sure
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Stranger than the stranger on the shore
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Stranger Than the Stranger On the Shore
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Squeeze |