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Passing Strangers - Marillion

Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights

Cold moan, held on the crest of the night

I'm too tired to fight.

So now we're passing strangers, at single tables

Still trying to get over

Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers

All those passing strangers

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies

Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper