| He was born in the ocean
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| Swimmin', swimmin'
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| He was raised by the seashore
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| His first fight was with a crashing wave
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| She was born like a fire ball
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| Screamin', screamin'
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| She was raised by the moonlight
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| Riding on a falling star
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| They were all alone, they didn’t answer to no one
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| And they liked it that way, they were happy
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| They were all alone, a couple of misfits
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| They gone and left their home and no one missed it
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| He was livin' in a dream
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| Wondering and wondering
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| She was pulling on the seams
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| Whispering and thundering
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| They were imitating fools
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| They were making up their own set of rules
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| Like skewed reflections of a page they were holding up a mirror to
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| There’s no turning back
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| Just cut me some slack
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| Now he stands with a guitar
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| Singin', singin'
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| And she dances with wheat flour
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| Stringin' and stringin' and stringin' and stringin'
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| They were all alone, they didn’t answer to no one
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| And they liked it that way, they were happy
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| They were all alone, a couple of misfits
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| They gone and left their home and no one missed it
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| They were all alone
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| A couple of misfits (all alone you couldn’t miss it)
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| They were all alone
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| A couple of misfits (all alone)
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| They were all alone |