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Born a misfit, wrong from the start,

They sigh and they scoff, call me a work of art.

A family of echoes, all sound the same,

But I walk my own road, they curse my name.

"Why can't you just fall in line?"

"Why can't you do what we like?"

Their words weigh heavy, cold as stone,

But I'd rather be lost than not my own.

Black sheep, black sheep, all alone,

Out in the wild where I’ve made my home.

Mocked and shunned, but I won’t weep,

Better an outcast than buried deep.

Black sheep, black sheep, black sheep

Every meal’s a sermon, every glance a test,

"You should be grateful, just like the rest."

But love with conditions ain’t love at all,

So I built my wings and learned to fall.

"Why can't you just fall in line?"

"Why can't you do what we like?"

Their voices claw, their tempers fray,

But I was never meant to stay.

Black sheep, black sheep, all alone,

Out in the wild where I’ve made my home.

Mocked and shunned, but I won’t weep,

Better an outcast than buried deep.

Black sheep, black sheep, black sheep

I stand my ground, I won’t back down,

They can’t silence me now.

Call me cursed, call me stray,

I'd rather be free than fade away.

Black sheep, black sheep, loud and proud,

I don’t need them, I don’t bow.

Let them whisper, let them speak,

I am strong—I am free—I am me.

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Black sheep, black sheep, black sheep

Black sheep, black sheep, call me wrong,

But I’ve been right all along.

They can’t break what they don’t keep,

So I’ll howl my song and run my beat.