do you ever feel out of place
or wonder why some people would rather throw dirt in your face
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or do you ever cry cause no one understands you, they call you a freek
or some of kind of geek,do they bully you around just cause your different

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don't ever feel like your just another face in the crowd
cause everyones special, theirs no one like you
you may be a painter, or an artist, or doctor,
do what you want to do, don't let no one choose for you

do you remember when you were young, just runnin around
and having fun, what happen to those days, I wish I knew
do you remember finger paintin, and the first time you
had a crush in highschool