She was getting sick an' tired Of being sick an' tired She'd drink three cups of coffee An' get really wired She'd twitch an' move an' shake her head She'd lie on the floor, pretend she was dead She was normal but at the same time Strange, strangely normal Strange, strangely normal There ain't nobody else she was born to be She'd drown herself in a Pool of liquid make-up She wished she had a boyfriend So she could break up She'd take herself out to those ugly places Make her feel sick, all those beautiful faces She was normal but at the same time Strange, strangely normal Strange, strangely normal There ain't nobody else she was born to be Make for yourself no apologies Keep your eyes on Jesus an' let Him be The Author of our lives an' looking back one day We'll say, âBy following Jesus We've become who we're supposed to beâ And that's all we want You are the hands, we are the clay Mold us an' make us, strange You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us There ain't nobody else we were born to be You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us There ain't nobody else we were born to be You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us You are the hands, we are the clay Makes us an' mold us, something special Strangely normal, make us There ain't nobody else we were born to be © NEAR BLISS MUSIC; ARIOSE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com