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
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