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Evan - Gifted Alien Lyrics



Evan - Gifted Alien Lyrics




You are a gifted alien

When my age matched the number of tracks, my mommy told me that my lack of focus wasn't a sign that I was going loco
She explained why I couldn't maintain, or start a proper conversation. Had to tell me "That's a no-no"
I thought, "No-no, don't think my mind can go-go
From SoHo, or from a boat I love that's on the O. flo."
She let me know that it wasn't 'Breaking The Habit'
Just this thing called Asperger's Syndrome -- yeah, I have it

She said it's just an abnormality. You just need a hand when doing certain things
But in reality
I was wondering, "What's this thing about me?"
I seem normal, I'm sure you would agree
I thought I was me, I'm still me, you see?
I just happen to be an atypical being

I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal. How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien

I mean, they say just, but I'm just here wondering, like, "What?"
There's a name for the way that I act, no eye contact
It never occurred to me that my words tic tacked like robotic slurs
How do I differ from the rest of the world?
I legit thought everybody talked like a robot
This thought came from an Autistic brain, I ought
To be ashamed, how I currently feel
Autism seems like a label; a seal

I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal, How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien

Ya see, I'm normal, but I like to flap my hands, stimming
It helps to calm me down when I'm stressed. Trimmbling
I used to look impaired when I cut my hair
And I breed ships and planes to clear the air. Winning
Let it ride

Incredible skills, the elite will hire you
Just take some therapy sessions and they'll accept you
To make friends, try to stare at their forehead
And don't hyper-focus on Titanic like before, man

Uh
I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal, How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
But I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien
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You are a gifted alien

When my age matched the number of tracks, my mommy told me that my lack of focus wasn't a sign that I was going loco
She explained why I couldn't maintain, or start a proper conversation. Had to tell me "That's a no-no"
I thought, "No-no, don't think my mind can go-go
From SoHo, or from a boat I love that's on the O. flo."
She let me know that it wasn't 'Breaking The Habit'
Just this thing called Asperger's Syndrome -- yeah, I have it

She said it's just an abnormality. You just need a hand when doing certain things
But in reality
I was wondering, "What's this thing about me?"
I seem normal, I'm sure you would agree
I thought I was me, I'm still me, you see?
I just happen to be an atypical being

I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal. How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien

I mean, they say just, but I'm just here wondering, like, "What?"
There's a name for the way that I act, no eye contact
It never occurred to me that my words tic tacked like robotic slurs
How do I differ from the rest of the world?
I legit thought everybody talked like a robot
This thought came from an Autistic brain, I ought
To be ashamed, how I currently feel
Autism seems like a label; a seal

I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal, How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien

Ya see, I'm normal, but I like to flap my hands, stimming
It helps to calm me down when I'm stressed. Trimmbling
I used to look impaired when I cut my hair
And I breed ships and planes to clear the air. Winning
Let it ride

Incredible skills, the elite will hire you
Just take some therapy sessions and they'll accept you
To make friends, try to stare at their forehead
And don't hyper-focus on Titanic like before, man

Uh
I never thought that I had a thing that disabled or took from, me
I thought I was nice, creative, smart, but normal, How couldn't I be?
Word to the special interologists, I'm talking palean
But I think different. I guess I'm just a Gifted Alien
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Writer: Evan Harris
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