Strangers

Albert Hammond Jr.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home
I don't belong
I could be wrong
For a guy completely down, why spill your sad around?
I don't belong
I could be wrong

Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who got it wrong?
Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who strains my feeling?
We're all strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers

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Battle lines drawn with people
Your conscious mind was left behind
Battle lines drawn with people
The war's begun, we'll all have guns
Dreaming of Babylon
I feel I don't belong
I could be wrong
Man, time's so long

Strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Who's strained for feeling?
We're all strangers
How strange the feeling to be strangers
Time to move on

Welcome to the show
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Suitcase, too late
I've got people who've got people

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