I mistook you for a stranger
My lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger
My lade in a cornflake steamboat

I mistook you for a stranger
My lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger
My lade in a steamboat la la

Marching in
When the saints go marching in
He was longing there
A man who had 10 000 acres
But it was more than washed away
You could barely see the scrapes
Marching in
When the saints go marching in

Barking at
Barking at the moon again
He was longing there
A man with everything, you name it
But the love he threw away
When it became a pound of waist
Was haunting him
And barking at the moon behind him

These downing days are cruel
It's the coming of the age that bothers you
Just like everybody
You planned it in your room:
Two guys in a time machine
They'll plug into your world from a moonlit sky
And I wonder if you ever really noticed it but
Somehow things make sense
Although you don't know why

I mistook you for a stranger
My lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger
My lade in a cornflake steamboat

I mistook you for a stranger
My lady in a golden outfit
I mistook you for a stranger
My lade in a steamboat la la


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