Well I can't get the devil
Outside of me, outside of me
No I can't get the devil
Outside of me, outside of me
But I hate the world and everything I see
Everything I see, everything I see
And I'll never get the devil
Outside of me, outside of me
And I hate the world and everything I see
Everything I see, everything I see
I know the meaning of the word when it came to me
When it came to me, when it came to me
I don't live, I just breathe
I don't give and I don't receive
And I'll never get the devil
Outside of me, outside of me
I don't get all the good things
You said I'd see, you said I'd see
And I don't see the light
Surrounding me, surrounding me
But I see lovers walking free
And I see red each tyrant say
All the good things that'd come my way
And I don't know you and you don't know me
I know what I want, what I can be
And I'll never get the devil
Outside of me, outside of me
Outside of me, outside of me
Outside of me, outside of me
Outside of me, outside of me
Outside of me, outside of me
Writer(s): Glen Bartup, Martin Trimble
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