"Outsiders" as written by and Neil Codling Brett Anderson....
By the roadside shrine there's a place
Selling bouquets of cellophane
That's where they meet in this desolate place
And the more they see the more they say
Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase

They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made

She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders

And his clothes are covered in dew
As she writhes in twisted sheets
Feel the pulse and the power of you
And what you see isn't what's underneath

They're playing the hand they play
Caught in the game they made

She puts her faith in the moment
Outsiders
He puts his faith in the moment
Outsiders

Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders
Outsiders


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"Outsiders" as written by Neil Codling Brett Anderson

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