All That Remains - From the Outside Lyrics
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From the Outside
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What Are The Lyrics For From the Outside By All That Remains?
As the days pass and replaced by memories
What do you see How could this be, that I feel, that I feel nothing For what's made you the man that you see What do you think, when you, when you look at me Do the pictures make you believe? From the outside, stand and judge like enemies Opened eyes, see reality Trying all the while, to knock me down, this tragedy And the days turn to memories I can't believe, how shallow and how dismissive When I look, I know, I see me No longer see what makes me, what makes me different When the difference is all that we see From the outside, stand and judge like enemies Opened eyes, see reality Trying all the while, to knock me down, this tragedy And the days turn to memories How could, how could this be, that I feel nothing How could, how could this be, that I feel nothing I'm nothing, wasting, but now I realize I can release this The truth is, the truth is, when I let go, I no longer face this From the outside, stand and judge like enemies Opened eyes, see reality Trying all the while, to knock me down, this tragedy And the days turn to memories |
Who Wrote From the Outside By All That Remains?
Jason Costa, Michael Martin, Oli Herbert, Philip Labonte, Rob Graves
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What's The Duration Of The From the Outside By All That Remains?The duration of From the Outside is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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