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John Holt - Strange Things John Holt - Strange Things | | Strange things are happening on a Friday night
Girls meet boys, and lots of hugging and kissing
Under a golden moon that shines a silver light
Oh, I would like to be one of them
But I'm like a wandering ship, a wandering ship on this island
With no-one to love me, with no-one to kiss me
That's why I say,
"Someone please take my hand, and let us go"
I keep on thinking I wish it was me.
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