(Dick/Usher)
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Some times I feel I lost something
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In gaining everything,
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But I can't put my finger on what it was,
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It's just one of those nagging feelings,
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Like sitting with your back to an open door
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Waiting on a favourite stranger.
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I find it hard to talk about, its not easy
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As you might expect
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Just sitting here waiting, trying to accept
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That there's something missing,
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That there's something not quite there
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And that's why you're sitting there.
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Listening to me as I try to explain that
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chorus: You're my favourite stranger
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But don't read between the lines,
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I could say that I love you at this moment
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In passing time,
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But I could honestly tell you
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I don't know why I'm here,
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Sharing all my problems with you
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When you've already got your own share,
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From favourite strangers.
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Maybe it's just I need an audience to
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Pretend it's all an act,
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But all I gain is your confidence
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And a number in a filofax
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On the terms that it's a first name
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That'll run one day in split champagne
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And I'll recollect and just accept
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That you were one of my favourite strangers.
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(chorus)
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Sometimes I know I lost everything
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In gaining something,
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But I can't put my finger on what it was
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Its just one of those nagging feelings
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like sitting with your back to an open door,
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Expecting favourite strangers.
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Favourite Stranger
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