I said, "Hey, brown girl, I seen your tears through the window Of the junk shop downtown" Sellin' trinkets from your far off homeland Did the Promised Land let you down? I said "Hey, young boy, I notice that you ain't afraid to walk next to me Old man, you look like you're dying Is that all you want is a quarter from me?" Oh, you know, sometimes I feel like a stranger, I feel like a stranger I'm just another face in a faceless crowd I'm just another king in a headless crown I'm so alone, you know, I live here in this city But this place, it just ain't nobody's home Now how many times do I got to tell you? There's no such thing as a man made world And how many times I got to tell you? There's no such thing as a man-tamed girl Sometimes I feel like a stranger, I feel like a stranger I want to buy some flowers for my mother, if I only had a mother You see, I, I got a happy family, but that's, oh, so far away Oh, I've got it all here inside me, but I just can't seem to get it out But I know that with a little imagination We can work this whole goddamn thing out Oh, don't make me feel so strange and I feel like a stranger © WB MUSIC CORP.; MADE TO BE BROKEN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com