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The Doors - London Fog 1966 - Strange Days
London Fog 1966
01. Tuning
02. Rock Me
03. Baby, Please Don’t Go
04. You Make Me Real
05. Tuning
06. Don’t Fight It
07. I’m Your Hoochie Coochie Man
08. Strange Days
09. Lucille
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it

Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone