Lyrics:
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
A stranger to myself, I am
An accidental man
A stranger to myself, I am
An accidental man
I was taught for every secret
There's a price you have
accidental
And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?
I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork
The dominoes cascaded in
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
is me
You gotta know once you dive in, into the shallows of me
We are the artists
Fear love is danger, keep loving strangers
Hoping to take another
the crowd
Come on ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought
the crowd
Come on ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought
along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didn't have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger
friends for?
You can call me up most anytime
I never go to bed 'til five
Don't be a stranger
Just knock on my door
I heard you're in the south
this
Sly, sneaky, cunning, copyright infringing accidental plagiarist
Snapping graphite, writing through the night
The scattered lyrics thrown
Bruised ribs, killer limp
And his teeth
Were no longer in his mouth
Black and blue
Toe to toe
He was swallowed by the south
Now he's an accidental freak
strangers"
Strangers tonight
Must be from a different life
Been here before and it just feels right
No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't
night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with
night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with
First we were strangers down on our luck
And both in need of a friend
We promised each other
To much to live up to
And now we're strangers again
I’ve nearly nothing to back the claim
You are my favorite stranger
Soft and distant
We could've painted towns all wild and red
I doubt this just
Dropped your wedding ring
Where the river really sings
An accidental offering
Where every buzz and chirp
And every sound turns into
The sound
and place on earth
So try and understand if I don’t say all I can
A stranger to myself I am
An accidental man
I’m an accident
I’m an accidental man
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Track title: Stranger Final
Artist: Claire Edwards
Copyright: Creative Space Network
Released: 28/9/2019
Composer, Lyricist: Claire Edwards
Producer:
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
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