The Outer Skin

And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
 Crouched and cold on a slate gray day in the southern world
 Self obsessed on a crumbling couch for hours
 Quite alone as is usual for the things we are
 Quite unable to go beyond what's ours
 And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
 And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in
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 Locked for life with a friend I've known for a thousand years
 Known like no one I've ever known before
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 We're as close as two coats of paint on a windswept wall
 But we'll never know what sits at the other's core
 And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin
 And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in
 Oh woah woah oh
 Oh woah woah oh
 And it seems like nothing can penetrate through the outer skin (oh woah woah oh)
 And it feels like nothing on Earth has ever got in (oh woah woah oh)
 (Oh woah woah oh)
 (Oh woah woah oh)
 (Oh woah woah oh)
 (Oh woah woah oh)
 (Oh woah woah oh)