Strangers (陌生人) - Tom Billington
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo
Can we leave her alone
It's over
Done with
Find it hard to resist
The madness
It leads us to nowhere good
You can try
To explain
The price of fame
Is a pound of your flesh
Not a penny less
I wanna know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Ohh
You can try to explain
The price of fame
Is a pound of your flesh
Not a penny less
I wanna know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers
Your obsessions
Are based on
They're like your possessions
That you can't place your hands on
So why give in to temptation
It's only gonna go
Up in flames next season
With the best in show
In show
If you want it you can have it
In show
Can we leave her alone
It's over
Done with
I wanna know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who are these strangers you think you know
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo
Who whoo