Stranger کے بول

20 years of schooling I just never learned the math That one and one don't equal two They often equal half I have tried to live the high life The best that I know how And bought my share of debonair And parlayed it on the crowd I do believe that there are no more tricks up my sleeve The good old days have passed and the good times after that And slowly I've become undone A stranger with a stranger heart Well I plan to hit the bottom The bottle then the top And I pray that something quits me Before I gotta stop Cause the masquerade is over But I was barely there The mask come off the gilded cloth Yet I'm just barely here I do believe that there are no more tricks up my sleeve The good old days have passed and the good times after that And slowly I've become undone A stranger with a stranger heart