| Say it to my face, you can call me four eyes |
| Looking at me strange, darling no I don't mind |
| I wear these crazy clothes, 'cause I'm the thrift store queen |
| You won't find me at the beach in a red bikini |
| Wish I was a big poet stuck in 1960 |
| Hanging with the by the rail road tracks |
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| Living my life like a one way ticket |
| Doing my thing even if I'm spinning |
| Out of my own like a little wild flower |
| Dancing alone but my voice gets louder |
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| I am a weirdo |
| I am a freak show |
| And everybody knows |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| I'm not in magazines |
| And I don't need to be |
| 'Cause I've got my own |
| I've got my own anthem |
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| I'm the type of girl who is on the off side |
| Don't wanna live a life that just doesn't fit right |
| I'm burning down the lies and lies |
| Of who I'm suppose to be |
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| The radio man says it ain't worth nothing |
| I know this song is a long time coming |
| Turn it around, turn it up |
| Give me your voice, wanna hear it louder |
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| We are the weirdos |
| We are the freak shows |
| And everybody knows |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We're not in magazines |
| And we don't need to be |
| 'Cause we've got our own |
| We've got my our anthem |
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| At the end of the day |
| We're all just the same |
| And I like being strange |
| And no one can take that away |
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| At the end of the day |
| We're all just the same |
| I like being strange |
| And no one can take that away |
| No one can take that away |
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| We are the weirdos |
| We are the freak shows |
| And everybody knows |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We're not in magazines |
| And we don't need to be |
| 'Cause we've got our own |
| We've got my our anthem |
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| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We are, we are the weirdos |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We are, we are the weirdos |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We are, we are the weirdos |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Woah-oh-oh-oh |
| We are, we are the weirdos |
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