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Everytime I'm on the street,
People laugh, and point at me.
They talk about my length of hair,
And the out of date clothes I wear.

They say I look like the living dead,
They say I cant have much in my head.
They say my songs are much too slow,
But they don't know the things I know.

I know I don't belong,
And there's nothing I can do.
I was born too late,
And I'll never be like you.

In my life things never chenge,
To everybody, I seem strange.
But in my world, now something's died,
So I just stare with these insane eyes...

I know I don't belong,
And there's nothing I can do.
I was born too late,
And I'll never be like you...