These are the strange days
Life plays out in the strangest way
I don't know where I stand
Always spinning round
Will I ever land
If black is white and up is down
And I reach for the sky
Will I find the ground
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
We are the strange ones
On the outside
On the sidelines
The castaways
I want what you want
To be alright
To be noticed
To find my place
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Violent days
We've lost our way
Hold on my friend, hold on
When all is lost
We've all to gain
Hold on my friend, hold on

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