Come from a long road
Through the ghostly journey of life,
Got the faraway wounds in my bones,
Got the shiver of all blues tones.

Face the spleen of your role,
To the destroy the aspirations of your soul.

And I'll live and I'll stand
Enjoing my colours
Through your meadows painted black,
I'm the outsider folks,
And you won't get me back.

Face the gloom of your role
To the destroy the aspirations of your soul.

... and you won't get me back
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The Outsider Lyrics