| It’s in your mind,
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| When you try to play as the best of all.
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| But when you see the picture
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| All you do is crawl.
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| It’s in your mind,
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| When you try to feed every single stylle.
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| But then you realize,
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| They’re changing all the time.
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| If you’re triing to be the Messiah,
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| And live an easy life until you fade.
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| Would that be ok.
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| And if you’re high having noone around you,
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| But you hear them how they feel good.
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| Right in the middle is the place
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| Where it is all fine, all fine, all fine, all…
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| (In the middle you can crawl in your space,
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| In the middle you can laugh any day,
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| You can stay out late and complain,
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| But on my day, you’re feeling overrun, …
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| But on my day, silence is your way.)
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| It’s all about
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| Having different preff for same bright light,
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| For we have no intentions living in the dark.
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| It’s all about
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| Having a beautifull face every single day,
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| It would be pointless throwing all of that away.
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| So if you smile every morning time,
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| The bitterness is cooling down like ice,
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| You’re full of surprise.
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| And if you’re to die in the ocean of light,
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| And feel good when you try,
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| Right in the middle is the place
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| Where it is all fine, all fine, all…
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| (In the middle you can crawl in your space,
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| In the middle you can laugh any day,
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| You can stay out late and complain,
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| But on my day, you’re feeling overrun, …
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| But on my day, silence is your way.)
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| And you’ve been feeling years
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| To be best of the last of all.
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| And you realize all things that shine
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| Aren’t allways gold.
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| And the winners and loosers
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| Are something you’ve never seen.
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| Then you promptly decide,
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| That’s the place to be.
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| And the middle is shining,
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| The middle is all.
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| (And noone is ever being small.)
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| And the middle is shining,
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| The middle is all.
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| (Here any rule is passing by.)
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| And the middle is shining,
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| The middle is all.
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| And the middle is shining,
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| The middle is all.
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| And we need all this …
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| And we need all this …
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| (In the middle you can crawl in your space,
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| In the middle you can laugh any day,
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| You can stay out late and complain,
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| But on my day, you’re feeling overrun, …
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| But on my day, silence is your way.) |