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23rd Hour
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Perfect Strangers
Taking my guitar down to the street I don't know just who I'll meet Rags or Rolex, one or twenty I don't care I got plenty of time
Noisy buses, sirens or silence When I play, that's my audience I don't care if it pays One dollar and fifty cents
It's not a house, It's not a car, It's not your arms wrapped around me But it's okay Coz now I play Everyday for perfect strangers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I never knew how to make you smile You never did figure out my style Maybe it's just true that all the while We were perfect strangers
It's not a house, It's not a car, It's not your arms wrapped around me But it's okay Coz now I play Everyday for perfect strangers Baby everyday we were perfect strangers
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