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My knuckles are purple from
Clenching my fists
Oh my anger
I was never really sure what to do with it
And I think your mother's been
Teaching you the wrong things
Telling you not to eat from those shitty women's magazines
O-o-o-o-oooh
Ooo-oooh
O-o-o-o-oooh
Ooo-o-oooh
Those vicious school rumors
And I was such a loser so I
Asked you how your mother died
You put on a good act but
I couldn't help but wonder
If you had even cried
Oh we all used
To call you
The alien, the alien
Cause you were such
A strange thing
To us back then
Oooh-o-ooo-o-ooo-o-o-o-o-o-oooh
Sometimes I see you
In the darkest of nights
Little kid frozen in time
And all I can see are your eyes
The color of pitch
Holding all of hell within
Oh we all used
To call you
The alien, the alien
Cause you were such
A strange thing
To us back then
Oooh-o-ooo-o-ooo-o-o-o-o-o-oooh
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
I'll never be the things that I want to
But I sure as hell miss you
Oh we all used
To call you
The alien, the alien
Cause you were such
A strange thing
To us back then, to us back then
Oh we all used
To call you
The alien, the alien
Cause you were such
A strange thing
To us back then
Oooh-o-ooo-o-ooo-o-o-o-o-o-oooh
O-o-o-o-o-oooh