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(Pål
Waaktaar)
He likes
to have the morning paper's crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
It's another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him
He unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where he's been
Was ever quite like this
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
Dodging on his train of thought
(Pål
Waaktaar)
Please
don't hurt me
I have told you
All my love is
All I've got
And tomorrow is the day
When I for your sake
I'm coming back
And you tell me
That I don't love you
I´m trying hard to make you jealous
Trying harder to make you stay
Days are longer
Night are crazy
It's so strange when you're away
And you tell me
That I don't love you
Because
I love you I will show you
All the faces my love can have
So please
Let me come to you
And stay this time
And you tell me
That I don't love you
Oh you know
That it's just not true
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