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Stranger In My Own Town
by The Outfield



I still remember what I saw last night
Three small kids stealing money from a poor man
Now that ain`t right no that ain`t right
I`m still thinking `bout the things I heard
Poor old man - he was frightened and afraid of every word
And it`s all so absurd

But times are changing now an d I still care
There must be something we can do out there
I`m like a stranger in my own town baby
I`m like a stranger in my own town baby

I keep on walkin` through these run down streets
Graffiti walls this ain`t nothing like it used to be
Not for you or for me
This town`s never been so down before
Looks like a photograph - someone mighta taken in
the second world war
Oh but what was that for

So many people gave their lives for this
There`s nothing left for us to reminisce
I`m like a stranger in my own town baby
I`m like a stranger in my own town baby

When those sad days were over
I`m sure they all thought that weld won
But now as I look around
We`re still invaded by everyone

Things won`t ever be the same again
I`ve not lost a town I`ve lost my only friend
Oh but where does it end
We`ll never change these times with good intent
But right now I know I don`t feel content

I`m like a stranger in my own town baby
I`m like a stranger in my own town baby
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written by SPINKS, JOHN FREDRICK / LEWIS, TONY
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group