But oh my, don't try to get close I'm just gonna leave 'cause baby I'm a lone ranger I don't want to get broken baby Sometimes I get high, sometimes I get low But I'm calm as can be in a room full of strangers Na, na, na, nana, na, na, na Give me miles,

Dear loneliness Oh stranger stranger Stranger things have happened, I know You were not alone But I remember this That I remember this

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers

Na na na na na na na na Kissing strangers (oh) 'Til I find someone I love 'Til I find someone I trust Open heart, open mind Never know who you'll find Open heart, close your eyes Can't quit, take six

Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize the danger Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection And is our purpose not

Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change I got a faulty parachute I got a stranger's friend An exciting change in My butchers blend A symbol on the ceiling

I'm a wandering stranger And I love you And you love me Someday we can make it together Just you and me, oh just you and me Lost all alone I'm a million miles away I know you're waiting for To come home again

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone This dream is for you, so pay the price Make one dream come true, you only live twice You only live twice, or so it seems One life for yourself, and one for

Tell me how to feel about you now Oh, let me know Do I suffocate or let go? I can't call you a stranger But I can't call you I know you think that I erased you You may hate me but I can't hate you And I won't replace you Think I'm tired of getting over it

See'mon, baby, spend the night with me Wanda had a baby in nineteen fifty one. The father was stranger and a stranger was the son. Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home. Changing all them diapers polish all that chrome. All around the