Strange

Staring at the carpet
 Dying on the telephone
 Fumbling for an answer
 Is there anybody home
 Lampshade at an angle
 Cultivate a look
 Never black and navy
 Now happy face good
 People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Isn't it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
 People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
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 Coughing through the movie
 Dreamer on the turnpipe
 Sewn out at the table
 Everyone dies
 Head down at the schoolhouse
 Head down for the fun
 Head down in your wheelchair
 And what have you learned
 People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Isn't it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be
 People are strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Living is strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to me
 Isn't it strange, a little bit strange, a little bit strange to be