| I could never understand that silly show
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| Life is what they call it and some people know
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| Exactly where they’re going to and where it’s at What they want and even what they’re gonna get
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| When I try to match the ones that pull the strings
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| All I so is risk my neck and sell my skin
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| I’m feeling like an actor every word I say
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| Prompted by a madman in a rotten play
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| No man’s land, taking shelter from the eager crowd
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| No man’s land, where my mind needs to be leveled out
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| Here I see the madman’s silhouette
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| Standing out against the dream he’s had
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| No man’s land
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| Like oxygen I need my no man’s land
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| Prophets of the distant eye, your shallow din
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| Slowly turns the world into a lifesize ring
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| Where acrobats and jugglers can perform their tricks
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| Audience longing for more thrilling kicks
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| No man’s land, between the borders of our common past
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| No man’s land, beyond the longitudes of east and west
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| Like an outcast, rogue or refugee
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| Victimized by my own fantasy
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| No man’s land
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| The story’s ended nowhere — no man’s land |