| I am on the outside always looking in Living alongside your world, never within
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| Sometimes there are moments I think I’m involved
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| But I never seem to stay, don’t seem to fit… 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, 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 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 and never wait for the time or the tide
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| I am on the outside, always looking in Living alongside your world, never within
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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 |