Stranger in the native town
Feels like an alien now
He just thinking and walking around
He remembers that his bench was brown
Stranger in the homeless world
His soul is empty and cold
He just thinking and walking around
He remembers that his bench was brown
Stranger doesn’t need regrets
He understand where where he gets
He understand where where he gets
His land is native and dead
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