When I'm breaking down, I just wander round,
through the streets at night, through their humming lights.
How strange is the night?
How strange is my time?
How strange is the night?
How strange am I?
When I'm feeling high, I just wave goodbye, call up all my kind, swallow up the night.
How strange is the night?
How strange is my time?
How strange is the night?
How strange am I?
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