quinta-feira, 1 de julho de 2010
People are strange...
People are strange
The Doors
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 strange
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 strange
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 strange
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