| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| All I can see is you’re flawless in this race
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| And it kills me, I’m lost in an overcrowded place
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| Can’t conceal all the cracks in the perfect porcelain
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| I can feel that it hurts but I do it all again
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| I’m tired of watching you
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| And everything you do
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| Been following a ghost for far too long
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| (Far too long)
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| I’d rather be alone than don’t fit in
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| And now I am
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| All I can hear are the voices in my head
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| They’re still here and they ask:
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| «Where the hell you think you’re going?»
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| They say: «Birds of a feather will go down together»
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| It feels better and better the further I get away
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| Get rid of the pressure and finally treasure
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| What’s hidden inside of me
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| I’m tired of watching you
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| And everything you do
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| Been following a ghost for far too long
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| (Far too long)
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| I’d rather be alone than don’t fit in
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| And now I am
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| I’d rather be alone than don’t fit in
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| I’m happy on the outside looking in
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| And now I am
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| Looking at all the lonely people
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| It’s getting better and better
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| Better and better, better and better
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| The further I get away
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| From all the lonely people |