She was getting sick n' tired
Of being sick n' tired
She'd drink 3 cups of coffee
And get really wired
She'd twich and move and 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 herself sick, all those beautiful faces
She was normal, but at the same time

CHORUS

Make for yourself no apologies
Keep your eyes on Jesus and let Him be
The author of our lives and
Looking back one day we'll say
By following Jesus
We become who we're suposed to be
And that's all we want
You are the hands, we are clay
Mold us and make us strange

You are the hands, we are the clay
Mold us and make us something special
Strangely normal
There ain't nobody else we were born to be