strange days

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  strange days have found us
  strange days have tracked us down
  they're going to destroy
  our casual joys
  we shall go on playing
  or find a new town
  strange eyes fill strange rooms
  voices will signal their tired end
  the hostess is grinning
  her guests sleep from sinning
  hear me talk of sin
  and you know this is it
  strange days have found us
  and through their strange hours
  we linger alone
  bodies confused
  memories misused
  as we run from the day
  to a strange night of stone
  
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