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We walk on wires
While breathing fire
Dig up holes to bury the souls
We paint our faces
To find our places
In an atmosphere that's made it clear
That we are
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things
Endless complications
Confused by new creations
How much lower can we go
Cripples and critics
Can crawl to the finish
And wait for a voice but there's no choice
'Cause we are
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
That's the way, the way that it is
That's the way, the way that we live
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
We live like slaves but act like kings
Strange people doing strange things
Strange people doing strange things
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