| What’s in the middle of the world?
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| Does anybody know? |
| Has anybody been there?
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| Hell no, I never want to go
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| So come on dig your hole anywhere but here
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| We all are living with the sun burning above us
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| I wonder, when will everyone fall in love?
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| What’s in the center of a man?
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| Can we ever understand all that he is made of?
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| Look now, the words are falling out his mouth
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| You hear him shout about everything he’s done
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| We all are living with the sun burning above us
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| I wonder, when will everyone fall in love?
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| Why the kill the poet’s heart with all this mathematic talk
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| And dry the muse into a distant star?
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| Vulture who draws his wings to spread his dull realities
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| And circle hope until it breathes no more
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| So the war goes on, it never ends
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| Like a record it spins 'round and 'round
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| Choosing our enemies and friends
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| And we do it again and again and again
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| So the war goes on, it never ends
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| Like a record it spins 'round and 'round
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| Choosing our enemies and friends
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| And we do it again and again and again and again |