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Strangers

Strangers I don't know how it happened I don't know why But I don't know you anymore Though I do try We drift through life together We don't belong You do your thing I do mine It's all so wrong When love dies, nobody tries, no one replies You live as strangers, together, far apart Your love's flown, you're on your own, both so alone Strangers together, except in both your hearts I don't know how we've become strangers Living together, so near but so far Somewhere somehow we both made changes We're strangers, I don't know who you are We sit in silence and never talk No words to say You laugh and talk on your phone a lot Then walk away We don't go anywhere together Always alone We never hold hands or kiss good bye We're cold as stone When love dies, nobody tries, no one replies You live as strangers, together, far apart Your love's flown, you're on your own, both so alone Strangers together, except in both your hearts I don't know how we've become strangers Living together, so near but so far Somewhere somehow we both made changes We're strangers, I don't know who you are Strangers together far apart Strangers together far apart Living together near but far Living together near but far Strangers, as love has left your heart Strangers, as love has left your heart Strangers... I don't know who you are Strangers... I don't know who you are When love dies, nobody tries, no one replies You live as strangers, together, far apart Your love's flown, you're on your own, both so alone Strangers together, except in both your hearts I don't know how we've become strangers Living together, so near but so far Somewhere somehow we both made changes We're strangers, I don't know who you are Jane Shields (C)

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