| I sit and think about the day that you’re gonna die,
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| ‘Cos your wrinkled eyes betrayed the joy with which you smiled.
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| Care to see my reason?
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| Care to put your life in mine?
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| Looking at life from the perspective of a boy
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| Who’s learnt to love you but has also learned to grow.
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| Could we make it better, stormy weather,
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| So I dunno.
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| Oh, oh, oh — Is there anybody home?
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| Who’ll believe me, won’t deceive me, who’ll try to teach me?
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| Ah, ah, ah — Is there anybody home?
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| Who wants to have me, just to love me?
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| Stuck in the middle.
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| I look at you,
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| You look at me,
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| We bite each other.
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| And with your better words you kick me in the gutter.
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| But my troops are bigger than yours
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| ‘Cos you’ll never stand my fight.
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| Ours is a family that’s based upon tradition
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| But with my careless words I tread upon your vision.
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| Are five kids better than one, who’d busy like to be gone?
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| Oh, oh, oh — Is there anybody home?
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| Who’ll believe me, won’t deceive me, who’ll try to teach me?
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| Ah, ah, ah — Is there anybody home?
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| Who wants to have me, just to love me?
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| Stuck in the middle.
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| Yea… Yea…Yea…
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| This is to my name,
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| This ain’t a pretty plan to break your heart of me.
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| I know that what I’ve started means that when we have parted
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| I can live in all this (stench?).
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| Oh, oh, oh — Is there anybody home?
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| Who’ll believe me, won’t deceive me, who’ll try to teach me?
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| Ah, ah, ah — Is there anybody home?
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| Who wants to have me, just to love me?
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| Stuck in the middle,
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| Stuck in the middle,
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| Stuck in the middle,
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| Stuck in the middle |