| I know you feel the way I change, but you can’t change the way I feel
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| Sometimes I’m a stranger to you, one of a kind
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| And I think someway you’ll make it, though you don’t know how to take it
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| Sometimes you’re a stranger to me, one of a kind
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| There were times of lots of laughter
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| And you felt you understood
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| We were carefree, open and honest
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| Loving easy, kind and true
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| And I suppose you never doubted
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| That we were all together fine
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| You never really knew my mind
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| You never really knew my mind
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| My silence holds the secrets when I answer but don’t answer
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| You did not see me well enough to recognize the signs
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| You didn’t want to notice or know that it was over
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| I did not see you well enough to recognize the signs
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| And there were times of lots of laughter
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| And you felt you understood
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| We were carefree, open and honest
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| Loving easy, kind and true
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| And I suppose you never doubted
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| That we were all together fine
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| Then you saw the changes painfully
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| And you knew, you never really knew my mind
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| And I suppose you never doubted
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| That we were all together fine
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| Sometimes I’m a stranger to you
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| And sometimes you’re a stranger to me
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| Sometimes, maybe all the time
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| You never really knew my mind
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| I never really knew your mind |