I stood close enough to hear you say,
Do as the beautiful once did,
Tore up my picture from it's frame,
Just wanted to be one of you.
Standing on the outside, looking.
Funny how you see the truth,
But the feeling does come back to you.
She's crazy as anyone can be,
That's what they say, they say of me.
Wanting love can make one do,
It isn't my fault, heredity.
Standing on the outside, looking, looking.
State of gray, state of sin.
Standing on the outside, looking, looking.
Cannot feel a single thing,
But the feeling does come back again.
This morning feels like yesterday,
Yesterday followed me along,
Where do you go when no one cares?
Six feet under, underground.
Standing on the outside, looking, looking.
State of gray, state of sin.
Standing on the outside, looking, looking.
I Cannot feel a single thing,
But the feeling will come back again... again.
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