Weird

Isn’t it weird. Isn’t it strange.
Even through 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 stange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes, yeah yeah, oh oh oh
Isn’t it hard. Standing in the rain.
You’re on the verge of going crazy and you’re heart’s in pain
No one can hear but you’re screaming so loud
You feel like all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn’t it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.

Oh oh
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. ooooooooooh

Oh, oh,
Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change. Oh oooh
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different you can’t win.
So you don’t stand out (don’t stand out). And you don’t fit in.

Isn’t it stange how we all feel a little bit weird.
Strange, how we all get a little bit.
Strange, how we all just a little bit weird sometimes.
Oooooooh, just a little bit weird sometimes.

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