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Favourite Stranger

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

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