Dave McPherson
"Handshakes For Strangers"

That's a pretty tight stare, you got me there
I know I bring it upon myself, I can blame it on no-one else any more
The question remains, is it the same?
I think not, the colours have changed their tone
The saints have gone back home, yeah, yeah
I know they told me so but I never learn
I guess I bring it upon myself, myself, myself, myself

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

That's a pretty nice dress, you got me there
But it, it wouldn't suit anyone else, the minutes,they count themselves, seconds march
They make sure while they're telling you they stop for a moment which you really don't suit
To something you can't refute any more
Well, I told you so but you never learn
I guess we bring it upon ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

The cloud isn't dry yet (Is not dry yet)
The duct isn't clear yet (Is not clear yet)
The problem has not been solved (I'm still trying)
These illusions haven't been solved
It's not every day you see this sort of thing
It's not every day you see this sort of thing

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

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Handshakes for strangers
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Handshakes for strangers