Where's that space of fear you hide?
Have you gone way beyond the center
Out there in space
I know you need to get even
Tell me the one about the hand that holds you down
This is the bruise on your face, and it always seems to stay around
And tell me the one about the hand that holds you down
Because you seem to be lost, with no intention to be found
So, how does it feel
And how does it feel
To be the one whose always in the way
(To be the words that never made the page)
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
Tell me again about the spark that met the flame
And tell me again about the man who went insane
Is there a place within for redemption?
Is there a voice inside with a decision?
And if so when, and if so then, where's the conviction?
So, how does it feel?
And how does it feel?
To be the one whose always in the way
(To be the words that never made the page)
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
I know that you need to get even
And I know it's for all the right reasons
And I, well, I know that you're staring at the edge
And I, well, I know that you need to get even
So, how does it feel?
And how does it feel?
To be the one whose always in the way
To be the words that never made the page
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
Be the one who's always left out in the rain
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