| Well, it’s none for sorrow and none for joy
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| Oh, meet me in the middle
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| Nothing hurts a concrete boy
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| So meet me in the middle
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| Run these feelings out of town
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| Then come meet me in the middle
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| If it doesn’t go up, well, it won’t come down
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| So meet me in the middle
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| Bullet proof and tough as hell
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| Out in the pouring rain I will stand
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| But I miss my old heart that bruised so well when I was a younger man
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| So nail my colours to the floor
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| Then come meet me in the middle
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| Oh, what the hell’s today been for?
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| So meet the middle
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| Bullet proof and tough as hell
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| Out in the pouring rain I will stand
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| But I miss my old heart that bruised so well when I was a younger man
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| So it’s none for sorrow, none for joy
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| Oh, meet me in the middle
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| Nothing hurts a concrete boy
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| So meet me in the middle
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| Oh, meet me in the middle… |