Depeche Mode - My Favourite Stranger

Some perfect stranger
Sneaks on tiptoes
Steals my shadow
And goes where I go

My favorite stranger
Stands in my mirror
Puts words in my mouth
All broke and bitter

Some perfect stranger
My imitation
Drops my name in
My conversations

Some perfect stranger
Speaks when I speak
Walks in my footsteps
And talks in my sleep

My favorite stranger
Stands where I stand
Leaves crime in my wake
And blood on my hands
(And blood on my hands)

Written by:
Martin Gore, Richard Butler

Publisher:
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