WEIRD
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?
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 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.
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