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We’ve seen some change
But we’re still outsiders
If everybody’s here
Then hell knows
We ride alone
It’s bright on the outside
The bright love the dark side
I know it’s obvious
But sometimes
You just have to say it
So you don’t feel so weak
About being such a freak
Or alone
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