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LIKE A STRANGER

Well no matter where I run, no matter where I hide
Like a bloodhound on the trail of a convict lost in flight
She sees me in the daytime, mama, and chills my sheets at night
She thrills me in the night-shine, mama, and chills my sheets at night

Yes and what I wouldn't give
Oh darlin' what I would not give
Baby what I wouldn't give to be able to live

Like a stranger, no woman, no home
Like a stranger, no cares but my own
Like a stranger, a different face, a different name
Like a stranger, a different place, a different game
Like a stranger, a different touch, a different smell
Cause then you would not know me so well

Well she claims she knows everything I do
And why I do everything
She says she knows all the meaning to every song I sing
She's the wind that blows me inside out
On the streets at 2am
She burps me up and spits me out, and yells me who I am

Yes and what I wouldn't give
What I would not give
What I wouldn't give to be able to live

Like a stranger, no woman, no home
Like a stranger, with no cares but my own
Like a stranger, a different place, a different game
Like a stranger, a different face, a different name
Like a stranger, a different touch, a different smell
Cause then you would not know me so well

And when the children return to their mothers
When my lover goes home to her lover
She pulls tight around me just like my covers
But you know loneliness is such a bad lover, such a bad, such ???

Yeah what I wouldn't give
Darlin what I would not give
Yeah what I wouldn't give
To be able, to be able to live

Like a stranger, no woman, no home
Like a stranger, no cares but my own
Like a stranger, a different face, a different name
Like a stranger, a different place, a different game
Like a stranger, a different touch, a different smell
Cause then you would not know me so well


Bruce Springsteen Band 1971.