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The Stranger
Babe, if you dance with the Devil There’s no turning back He’s lost like a thief in the night With a soul just as black The silver that colours his words Is as fake as his smile Your Heaven will soon fade to hell You’ll regret every mile chorus You can’t turn your back on the stranger You live for the lies that he’ll tell You smile at his charm As you hang off his arm Enchained by the grip of his spell lHe’s seen you before in the eyes Of a thousand young girls From the rings on your fingers and toes To your braids and your curls He’ll feed you a line from his book He’ll promise it all And he knows that you’ll bite Cos you’ve always been willing to fall chorus You can’t turn your back on the stranger You live for the lies that he’ll tell You smile at his charm As you hang off his arm Enchained by the grip of his spell No he don’t know you at all You’ll change him for sure The innocence there in your eyes Is your means to his cure But think once again and again Is it worth getting burned The sweetness you give him Won’t change him and won’t be returned
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