Tom:
Introdução:
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He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved
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Words go up words come down, forwards, backwards twisted round
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He grabs a pile of letters from a small suit case
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Disappers into an office its another working day
Chorus 1:
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And his thoughts are full of strangers, corridors of naked lights
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And his mind once full of reason, Now there' more than meets the eye
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Now a strangers face he carries with him
Verse 2:
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and at heart he's full of strangers, dodging on his train of thought
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