Oh, I can look at strangers
and I can rearrange them.
Reflection cast right back at us.
Can we still put our faith in saviors?
No semi-mental journey.
Oh, I can be the stranger and I will recreate my mind.
So I'll find those that play there
but can't trust half of my playthings, no
The Stranger.
Broken mirror; seven years.
Well, that's some kind of luck.
Shall I put my trust in strangers?
Their shattered dreams falls into dust.
I can't recall just what I'm after.
Can't recall just what we're after, no.
Oh, I can be the stranger and I will sink into those eyes.
Yes, I will be the stranger,
get back to all that I've searched for.
The Stranger.
Broken mirror, seven years.
Well, that's some kind of luck,
that's some kind of luck.
I thought you were my friend, but you are
The Stranger.
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