Words and music by Erik Moore. It was a beautiful morning The sun was out I remember it well. I stood very still In that dark twisted place I knew the way out The music was loud As I closed the door My thoughts were so bright I walked through the trees, It was so serene The end of a dream I don't really know why it came looking for me in that place Silence surrounded the petrified look on its face. Who was the stranger, Could it be me? Who was the stranger? I'd seen it before, somewhere else, I was sure, A long time ago. I looked into its eyes, it seemed quite surprised, I don't really know if it came looking for me Silence surrounded the petrified look on its face. and the wind stroked the leaves and the wind stroked the leaves. Who was the stranger, Could it be me? Who was the stranger, Could it be me? Who was the stranger?
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