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I am on the outside always looking in |
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Living alongside your world never within |
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Some times there are moments when I think I am involved |
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But I never seem to stay, don't seem to fit |
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I just don't belong |
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I live at right angles to the people that I meet |
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Because I am never still, not my soul and not my feet |
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I could walk a thousand miles, and ride a thousand more |
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My life seems worthless, just like footprints on the shore |
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Living on the outside, the emptiness I feel |
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Living on the outside, ruled by the hunger |
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From the first taste of this altered truth |
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I knew I could not live the way that others do |
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Nothing can seem to fill the emptiness inside |
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So still I search, never ever wait for the time or the tide |
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Living on the outside, the emptiness I feel |
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Living on the outside, a wound that cannot heal |
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Living on the outside, the emptiness I feel |
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Living on the outside, ruled by the hunger |
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All of the blood, all of the wine |
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Will become the same in time |
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Nothing can seem to fill the emptiness inside |
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So still I search, never wait for the time or the tide |
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I am on the outside, always looking in |
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Living alongside your world, never within |