It’s strange how strange people can be, it’s strange
How people can be strange, it’s strange to me
But maybe it’s me who is strange, it’s strange
But unless I change, they’ll be strange to me
They’re even stranger in a strange city
A stranger is in danger, within range
A stray angel, a stranger to pity
Pitted against the city that is strange
Not fitting, flitting, splitting, quitting, change
Of setting, upset, regretting quickly
Getting wet, better get ready to change
Trains again, aim again, a strange city
But people cannot change, I cannot change
City, I have to change the strange in me
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