It's a feeling, I don't belong here
But a man's on the outside looking in
Wondering who's in his old armchair
It's a feeling, you never belonged to me
First you're on the up and up, I only look down and see
I only look down and see
You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires
No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me
You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires
No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me
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