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Sunday morning, the pews are filled
With friends of mine, yeah, friends of mine
And for the first time, I look around
And I realize, I realize
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
I used to wonder why they act so strange
Now I know, yeah, now I know
I heard the preacher say this world we're in
It's not our home, it's not our home
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
They're not pilgrims just passing through
Heroes away from their homeland
I sense I've discovered the truth
I look at my friends and I can't help but think that
All of my friends, they're aliens
Just passing through, yeah, they're aliens
My closest friends, yeah, they're aliens
My closest friends, oh, they're aliens
Just passing through, just passing through
Just passing through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah