Strange
Sitting all around a fire
telling stories of desire
Isn't love just a little strange?
In her eyes there’s no denying
what she feels when she's crying
Does he feel just a little deranged?
CHORUS:
Oh, isn't life so strange
that we rearrange the way we feel?
Oh, isn't life so strange
that we bend the rules just to make it real?
Time seems to heal the pain
Every day the games we playing
seem to be just a little crazy
Solitude and understanding
make the love games so demanding
Why are we so damn lazy?
CHORUS
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