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People are strange, when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down
When you're strange- faces come out of the rain
When you're strange- no one remembers your name
When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're str-ange
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