/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: Goodik https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-Goodik-48x48.jpg?cb=1547470412 Strangers passing on a street, by chance two separate glances meet. I am you and what I see is me. I lit a wooden match; I let it all burn down I've broken every rule; I've wrecked it all down There are no words in the wind, the trees are all bare Life's mean as a needle; but why should I care? A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are good-bye And my favorite color is red I always play Russian Roulette in my head It's seventeen black and twenty-nine red How far from the gutter; how far from the pew I'll always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are good-bye And my fa