Make haste and find the future.
We were outcasted so tragically.
Curse the tide, and shun the sun,
who needs it anyway?
Become a black sheep with me.
I stayed up long nights, staring wide-eyed at the sea.
Throwing rocks and yelling but it made a man out of me.
Make haste and find the future.
We were outcasted so tragically.
Or curse the tide and shun the sun.
Become a black sheep with me.
Follow a flock inside to assemble, and rally.
Or fight the flow, and light the fuse...
Fly the banner, blue and gold
Conformity it seems all so wrong
cuz I always knew, that all along,
I'd find solace in things important to me.
And that's the way I want it to be...
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