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You're a kid with a cane and old soulI see you sit by yourself as people come and goYou are alone and there's a clerk at the cafe with mixed signs on his faceHe tries to be police but always argues with me, I give him a hard timeI see the kid with the dreads 10 feet long outside smoking clovesHe's a transparent casualty of societyThe boy's broken heart and battle scarsAre on his sleeveThey're in my lifeBut they're strangersHe never follows the sings he is givenHe never answers my questions aloneHe tells me how busy he isI'm too opinionated to care forHe reads and writes like its oxygenHe spends his days as an intellectualHe ponders on the hillside with his dogI keep forgetting to tell him to leaveHe's in my lifeBut he's a strangerSongtexteYou're in my lifeBut you're a strangerWe never made it together aliveWe hardly knew there was anything thereWe fought all day 'til the night fell on our hearts I always forgave and forgot the attacksI should have followed closely to his stepsI stopped giving a shit yesterdayI don't think I'm losing anything nowHe never got to know me anywayYou're in my lifeBut you're strangerYou're in my lifeBut you're a strangerJust as much as they are Aus Songtexte Mania