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It’s just the start of the winter

and I’m all alone

and I’ve got my eye right on you

give me a coin and I'll take you to the moon

give me a beer and I’ll kiss you so foolishly,

like you do when you lie, when you’re not in my thoughts,

like you do when you lie and I know it’s not my imagination

Loving strangers, loving strangers,
loving strangers, oh…