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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Whenever I come back here, I feel like a king You give me all your roses and powder my wings Like an angel I love the way you ride me as if I were your boss You guide me thru your chambers of sorrow and loss ‘Cause we're strangers ‘Cause we're strangers Hell, it don't make no sense You know I wanna appease you But we keep meeting by accident The woman in the window, the man up on the roof They're witnesses to something that will never know the truth Of danger There's wine in the glasses, pillows on the floor I came here with intentions but I don't know what for ‘Cause we're strangers ‘Cause we're strangers Well, what is one to do? Either way you look at it, She's bound to be on to you Tonight, I'm stayin’ home but that won't do me no good I know they'll come knockin’, askin for wood From the manger The king is on a rampage, he wants the babies dead Meanwhile I'm alone with your ashes on my head ‘Cause we're strangers Strangers in sorrow Strangers in heat Strangers tomorrow Strangers on the street Strangers in action Strangers by will Strangers contracted To pardon who they kill I was burning in the blazing and the blankets of your hold As my temperature dropped, I felt you claw at the cold In my nature Now everything’s halted -- the mercury stilled We climb into an attitude of merciful wills ‘Cause we’re strangers
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