| Tired of always playing the part
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| Caught in the dark, wasting away
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| Those stupid people calling our names
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| Fueling the spark and starting
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| The fame under gray skies
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| Yeah, you’re strange and you’re beautiful
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| And you hold your head up high in the middle of a fight
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| Rearrange and disable the fuel you hold inside
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| In the middle of the night
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| Climbing to the top of the chain
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| Who is to blame, look where we are
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| Respect is still the highest regard
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| And this may be true
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| But now we are caught in the gray skies
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| You’re strange
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| (Better than you, and don’t you think about it twice)
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| (I don’t wanna be here, wanna be here all night)
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| (And you don’t wanna think, wanna think, wanna think too long)
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| You’re strange and beautiful
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| Yeah, you’re strangely and beautiful
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| Yeah, you’re strange
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| Yeah, you’re strange
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| Caught in the gray skies
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| All the strange on the darkest days
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| Gotta drive that skew
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| Gotta milk that stage
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| Time to shine to make the stars align
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| Dig your thing
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| Time to show the world who you really are
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| You’re the president, you’re a carpenter
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| Fallen in love
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| Then you rise above
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| Then you run for the hill
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| Gray skies
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| Caught in the great skies
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| Got caught in the gray skies
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| Caught in the great skies
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| Got caught in the gray skies |