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He likes to have the morning paper's<br /> Crossword solved<br /> Words go up words come down<br /> Forwards backwards twisted round<br /> He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase<br /> Disappears into an office<br /> It's another working dayAnd his thoughts are full of strangers<br /> Corridors of inked lights<br /> And his mind once full of reason<br /> Now there's more than meets the eye<br /> Oh, a stranger's face he 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<br /> 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 thisAnd his thoughtsAnd at heart<br /> 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 LLC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>