Strange Days by George
An old lady helps me as I'm crossing the road
She sees the direction and the weight of my load
She points to a man taking peace to the poor
And a record is broken by the arm of the law
And you and I as we skate, pitch or ride
We seek our adventures in the places we hide
The pendulum dances, opinion poles swing
Not to mention the meaning of contemporary things
PRE-CHORUS
We're chasing the feeling that our money can't buy
Our pocket books empty but we're ready to try
CHORUS
On strange days everything is stranger
And don't I know nothing comes without danger
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