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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 another 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.

All right

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother’s or your father’s child
Your our child, screamin’ wild

(An ancient lunatic reigns
in the trees of the night)

With hunger at her heels
And freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Staring into the hollow idol’s eye

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face

You remember when we were in Africa?

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire