(Winfield Scott)
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I've been standing on a corner
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Since a quarter after seven
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I was down to my last cigarette
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And the clock in the window
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At a quarter to eleven
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I was watching all the people
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Passing by me going places
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Just the loneliest guy in the town
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Looking for a friendly smile
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But all I see were faces
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And then, just like the taste of milk and honey
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I found the stranger I've been looking for
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Like a wave, my cup of love was overflowing
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I knew the stranger in the crowd
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And I would be stranger no more
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The love that comes on the corner
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At a quarter to eleven
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I thought you were to good to be true
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All my life I had believed
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That angels only live in heaven
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But now, we share the taste of milk and honey
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Each day is sweeter than the day before
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My cup runned overflowing
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because the stranger in the crowd
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And I would be stranger no more
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Deep inside, my cup of love was overflowing
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I found the stranger I've been looking for
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Like a wave, my cup of love was overflowing
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I knew the stranger in the crowd
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And I would be stranger no more
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Stranger In The Crowd
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Elvis Presley |