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Everything I Know is a Stranger

This song was created for Game of Bands round 95 : "Mismatch"

Lyrics:



Wake up. Breakfast in bed again
Served by a pleasant gentleman.
He seems to know my name.




This ain't my room. This ain't my home
These ain't my hands. I'm not this old.
Something cruel has happened to me.




You can't - you can't be my son.
My son is only twenty-one.
And you are fifty-eight.




This ain't my room. This ain't my home.
These ain't my hands. I'm not this old.
Something cruel has happened to me.




Where did these strangers all come from?
Something has gone really wrong
Why can't I recognise anyone?




I can't find ragtime on the wireless
It's all just noise and awfulness
How can someone enjoy this?




I have days of lucidity
When the past all comes back to me
I see what I became




I'm trapped in a body that isn't mine
Wond'ring what happened to all the time
There's no way out. There's no way out. There's no way out. There's no way -




This ain't my room. This ain't my home.
These ain't my hands. I'm not this old.
Something cruel has happened to me.




No way out with dignity. (Repeat)



[Exit]

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