| Stranger still in another town,
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| How normal to sit out the dance,
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| Eating the good meal by myself,
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| Toasting the empty glass;
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| And they’re already setting out
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| The next place,
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| Already forgetting about the last.
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| No, nothing could be less strange
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| In entropy
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| No change, no change, no change.
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| No danger in a normal life,
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| Better steady down the adrenalin pump.
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| Excess refraction in the mirror
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| Only leads to the quantum jump…
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| Oh, but it leaves me in limbo;
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| How strange, what a stranger I become.
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| No, no, nothing could be less strange
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| In entropy
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| No change, no change, no change.
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| No, I know how to behave
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| In the restaurant now,
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| I don’t tear at the meat with my hands;
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| If I’ve become a man of the world somehow
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| That’s not necessarily to say
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| I’m a worldly man.
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| Keep on shuffling the menu
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| And the order never comes on time.
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| No, there’s only diffraction patterns,
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| No reading between the lines;
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| Only the rate of emission,
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| And reason allows no rime.
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| Nothing could be less strange
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| In entropy
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| No change, no change, no change.
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| No, nothing could be less strange…
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| Entropy…
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| … a stranger, a worldly man |