They say we're all freaks.
They call us weird.
We're lost under stormy clouds.
How could they know that?
They say we're all mad.
They call us strange.
We're free under gloomy thoughts.
How could they see that?
They say.
They say.
They say we're all not right.
They say we're always wrong.
They say we're evil in black.
They say the light is better.
How could they notice that?
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