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.
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
though you're screaming so loud,
You feel 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.
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
if you're different you can'twin.
So you don't stand out
and you don't fit in.
Weird.
Isn't it strange how we all
feel a little bit weird
Strange,
how we all get a little bit.
Strange,
'cause we're all
just a little bit weird sometimes
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