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Strangers
Black Country, New Road & War Child Records
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This motion sensor light can talk to me
It tells me that I might have to be leaving
An unresponsive tap is trying to tell me that
My hands are clean enough already
The perfect jeans with shallow pockets
Chasing dreams, starting miles away
Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun
The last night of a holiday
The way you smiled at me when you were lying
They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might
Pick a fight with a hard-kicking dandy
His roundhouse monk shoes shine in the light
One foot inside the lift, one leg out
Were we designed to have opinions?
Or is my office for the day a place
Where people gather to work weekdays?
Wearing jeans with shallow pockets
Chasing dreams, starting miles away
Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun
The last night of a holiday
I'm on the phone, stuck on hold to an actor
So close to leaving my procession behind
On set, making Hollywood movies
Speak to me, and I'm forgetting the lines
Business in this town does not concern strangers or drifters
If you're not familiar, maybe you shouldn't be living here (oh)
Hiding in the hills from players' pitchforks in the night
Burning torches show where I'm to go, get inside
At the phone, stuck on hold to an actor
So close to leaving my procession behind
On set, making Hollywood movies
Speak to me, I'm forgetting my-
The way you smiled at me when I was crying
They said I shouldn't, but good heavens, I might
Pick a fight with a hard-kicking dandy
His roundhouse monk shoes shine in the-
Wearing jeans with shallow pockets
Chasing dreams, starting miles away
Doting eyes getting bleached by the sun
The last night of a holiday
On the phone, stuck on hold to an actor
So close to leaving my procession behind
On set, making Hollywood movies
Speak to me, and I'm forgetting the lines
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