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Stranger than kindness |
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Bottled light from hotels |
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Spilling everything |
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Wet hand from the volcano |
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Sobers your skin |
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Stranger than Kindness |
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You caress yourself |
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And grind my soft cold bones below |
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Your map of desire |
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Burned in your flesh |
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Even a fool can come |
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A strange lit stair |
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And find a rope hanging there |
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Stranger than kindness |
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Keys rain like heaven's hair |
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There is no home there is no bread |
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We sit at the gate and scratch |
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The gaunt fruit of passion |
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Dies in the light |
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Stranger than kindness |
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Your sleeping hands journey |
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The loiter |
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Stranger than kindness |
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You hold me so carelessy close |
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Tell me I'm dirty |
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I am a stranger |
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I am a stranger |
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I am a stranger to kindness |
