Knapt noen har beskrevet hvordan skam kan oppleves,
slik Eric Clapton gjør det i LONELY STRANGER
Hør låta, – her er teksten
Lonely stranger
I must be invisible
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin’ thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But I’ve learned through the years.
Don’t encourage me.
‘Cause I’m a lonely stranger here,
Will be all my day.
I don’t know what’s goin’ on,
I’ll be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Don’t get close to me,
’cause it’s sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that I’m no good,
maybe I agree.
Take a look, then walk away,
that’s all right with me.
‘Cause I’m a lonely stranger here,
Will be all my day.
I don’t know what’s goin’ on,
I’ll be on my way.
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