Weird
by Hanson
Isn't
it weird. Isn't it strange.
Even
though we're just two strangers on this runaway train
We're
both trying to find a place in the sun
We've
lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone
Isn't
it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes
Weird.
Oh ho.
Isn't
it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're
on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No
one can hear but you're screaming so loud
You
feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't
it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting
on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching
for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When
you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So
you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird.
Whoa
oh. Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.
Oh
ho. Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When
you live in a cookie cutter world if you're different you can't win.
So
you don't stand out and you don't fit in. Oh.
Isn't
it strange how we all feel a little bit weird
Strange,
how we all get a little bit.
Strange,
how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes.
Oh,
just a little bit weird sometimes.
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