The strange ones

Post-grunge, alternative metal, female vocals, catchy

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[Intro]
Where do the strange ones go?
(Oh-oh)
[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
You learned to cue the perfect laugh,
and wear the small talk like a shell.
You linger till the chatter peaks,
then disappear before farewell.

There’s always something out of tune -
a punchline that you misalign,
a casual remark they drop
that leaves you tracing its design.

You used to think you missed a lesson
everybody else was shown.
Lately you’ve been wondering
how many learned it on their own.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Somewhere in an adjacent room,
a shadow leans against the wall,
rehearsing how to look at peace
while feeling nothing like it at all.

[Chorus]
Where do the strange ones go?
Where do they go
when nobody knows?
Do they hide in plain sight,
smile and play along? (Oh-oh)

Where do the strange ones go?
And if you happen to be 
somewhere close -
just leave a little sign. Oh-oh

I’ve been looking way too long
for one of my kind.
[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
You watch them wear their right-to-be
like velvet woven in their clothes.
They drift across the crowded space
as if the current simply knows.

You memorized that liquid grace,
You answer “fine” without delay,
then spend the midnight taxi ride
dissecting words you didn’t say.

Still, once in a while you intercept
a stranger staring off too long -
that same half-second hesitation
when the rhythm of the room goes wrong.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
We pass each other in the crowd,
both convinced we’re misdesigned,
two quiet ghosts in the same damn town,
carefully avoiding being found.

[Chorus]
Where do the strange ones go?
Where do they go
when nobody knows?
Do they hide in plain sight,
smile and play along? (Oh-oh)

Where do the strange ones go?
And if you happen to be 
somewhere close
just leave a little sign. Oh-oh

I’ve been looking way too long
for one of my kind.
[Instrumental]
One of my kind!

[Bridge]
Perhaps the rarest things survive
by getting brilliant at the fade.
You stop protesting your erasure
when you’re exhausted by charade.

So if you’ve spent your whole life certain
you were wired up wrong somehow -
look around.

The strays are looking for you too.
Right now.
[Slow guitar solo]

[Final Chorus]
Where do the strange ones go?
Where do they go
when nobody knows?
Do they hide in plain sight,
smile and play along? (Oh-oh)

Where do the strange ones go?
And if you happen to be 
somewhere close
just leave a little sign. Oh-oh

I’ve been looking way too long
for one of my kind.

[Outro]
One of my kind!

Where do the strange ones go?..

If you see me -
wave.

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[Intro] Where do the strange ones go? (Oh-oh) [Instrumental] [Verse 1] You learned to cue the perfect laugh, and wear the small talk like a shell. You linger till the chatter peaks, then disappear before farewell. There’s always something out of tune - a punchline that you misalign, a casual remark they drop that leaves you tracing its design. You used to think you missed a lesson everybody else was shown. Lately you’ve been wondering how many learned it on their own. [Pre-Chorus 1] Somewhere in an adjacent room, a shadow leans against the wall, rehearsing how to look at peace while feeling nothing like it at all. [Chorus] Where do the strange ones go? Where do they go when nobody knows? Do they hide in plain sight, smile and play along? (Oh-oh) Where do the strange ones go? And if you happen to be somewhere close - just leave a little sign. Oh-oh I’ve been looking way too long for one of my kind. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] You watch them wear their right-to-be like velvet woven in their clothes. They drift across the crowded space as if the current simply knows. You memorized that liquid grace, You answer “fine” without delay, then spend the midnight taxi ride dissecting words you didn’t say. Still, once in a while you intercept a stranger staring off too long - that same half-second hesitation when the rhythm of the room goes wrong. [Pre-Chorus 2] We pass each other in the crowd, both convinced we’re misdesigned, two quiet ghosts in the same damn town, carefully avoiding being found. [Chorus] Where do the strange ones go? Where do they go when nobody knows? Do they hide in plain sight, smile and play along? (Oh-oh) Where do the strange ones go? And if you happen to be somewhere close just leave a little sign. Oh-oh I’ve been looking way too long for one of my kind. [Instrumental] One of my kind! [Bridge] Perhaps the rarest things survive by getting brilliant at the fade. You stop protesting your erasure when you’re exhausted by charade. So if you’ve spent your whole life certain you were wired up wrong somehow - look around. The strays are looking for you too. Right now. [Slow guitar solo] [Final Chorus] Where do the strange ones go? Where do they go when nobody knows? Do they hide in plain sight, smile and play along? (Oh-oh) Where do the strange ones go? And if you happen to be somewhere close just leave a little sign. Oh-oh I’ve been looking way too long for one of my kind. [Outro] One of my kind! Where do the strange ones go?.. If you see me - wave.

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