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He likes to have the morning paper, crossword solved<br /> Words go up, words come down, forwards backwards twisted round<br /> He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase<br /> Disappears into an office it's another working dayAnd his thoughts are full of strangers<br /> Corridors of naked lights<br /> And his mind once full of reason<br /> Now there's more that meets the eye<br /> Oh a stranger's face he'll carries with himHe likes a bit of reading on the subway home<br /> A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows<br /> At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door<br /> Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a doorAnd his thoughts are full of strangers<br /> And his eyes to numb to see<br /> And nothing that he knows of<br /> And nowhere where he's been<br /> Was ever quite like this, yeahAnd his thoughts are full of strangers<br /> Corridors of naked lights<br /> And his mind once full of reason<br /> Now there's more that meets the eye<br /> Oh a stranger's face he'll carries with himAnd at heart he's full of strangers<br /> Dodging on his train of thought<br /> Train of thought<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> WAAKTAAR, PALPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>