| Welcome home outcasts
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| Because I know how you have felt over the years
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| The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror
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| And I know how it feels to be the best part
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| Of a running joke to all of your friends
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| And to be on the edge of your bed
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| With your head buried in you hands
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| Wishing that everything would end
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| I know how it feels to be the loneliest
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| Welcome back outcasts
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| Because I’ve told myself that it would be alright
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| Probably a million times over every minute of all my life
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| I know how it feels to be so confused
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| That you’re so far out of control
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| And to be on the edge of your bed
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| With your head buried in you hands
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| Wishing that everything would end
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| I know how it feels to be the loneliest
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| So you sit and wait for a sign
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| That the coming days will be alright
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| And you drink so you can forget another night
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| Bruised from the blackouts and your blood red eyes
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| Try to start looking for the brighter side
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| Wait for a sign, wait for a sign, wait for a sign
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| Welcome home, everything will be alright
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| And I know how it feels to be the best part
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| Of a running joke all of your life
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| Welcome home, outcasts welcome home
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| Outcasts welcome home, outcasts welcome home
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| Welcome home |