They plaster on that same fake smile
And you play along a little while
You're growing bored of the same crowd
The cool kid syndrome got you down
Come dance with the freaks and the gypsies
And drink till we're love drunk and tipsy
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
Running, running
Running with the outcasts
Running, running
Running with the outcasts
You see past the smoke they blow
Inside this cloud they've lost their souls
Their cheap impersonations
Make you feel suffocated
You're growing tired of this show
Come dance with the freaks and the gypsies
And drink till we're love drunk and tipsy
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
Running, running
Running with the outcasts
Running, running
Running with the outcasts
A dose of small-town fame
Swimming through their veins
Making critics of nothing
What a crying shame
A dose of small-town fame
Swimming through their veins
Making critics of nothing
What a crying shame
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
We're never looking back
We rise up from the ash
Above the smoke they cash
(Running, running, running with the outcasts)
Running, running
Running with the outcasts
Running, running
Running with the outcasts

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