
[00:27.37] He likes to have the morning paper crossword solved [00:34.31] Words go up, words come down [00:36.26] Forwards, backwards, twisted 'round [00:41.18] He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase [00:44.29] Disappears into an office [00:46.27] It's another working day [00:49.10] And his thoughts are full of strangers [00:56.03] Corridors of naked lights [01:02.81] And his mind once full of reason [01:09.81] Now there's more than meets the eye [01:16.58] Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him [01:22.40] He likes a bit of reading on the subway home [01:29.25] A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows [01:36.25] At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door [01:39.25] Thinking once there was a sea here [01:41.15] But there never was a door [01:44.38] And his thoughts are full of strangers [01:51.22] And his eyes too numb to see [01:57.92] And nothing that he knows of [02:04.93] And nowhere where he's been [02:11.48] Was ever quite like this [02:17.43] Yeah [02:19.86] [02:44.50] And his thoughts are full of strangers [02:51.02] Corridors of naked lights [02:58.23] And his mind once full of reason [03:04.88] Now there's more than meets the eye [03:11.77] Oh, a stranger's face he carries with him [03:17.52] [03:30.85] And at heart [03:33.79] He's full of strangers [03:37.63] Dodging on his train of thought [03:44.87] Train of thought [03:47.16]
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