| Welcome home outcasts
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| Because I know how you have
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| Felt over the years
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| The truth is that
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| Looking at me is like
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| Looking in the mirror
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| And I know how it feels
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| To be the best part
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| Of a running joke
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| 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 your 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
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| That it would be alright
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| Probably about a million times
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| Over every minute of all of my life
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| I know how it feels
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| 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 your 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
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| So you can forget another night
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| Bruised from the blackouts
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| And your blood red eyes
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| Try to start looking
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| For the brighter side
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| Wait for a sign
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| Wait for a sign
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| Wait for a sign
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| Welcome home
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| Everything will be alright
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| And I know how it feels
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| To be the best part
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| Of a running joke all of your life
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| Welcome home…
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| Outcasts welcome home
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| Outcasts welcome home
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| Outcasts welcome home
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| Welcome home… |