| Oncoming traffic drowned the sound out
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| From my apologetic tone and left you staring at me
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| From across the road I thought we both had crossed
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| Another case of absent-mindedness on someone’s part
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| Another failed connection
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| I’ve never felt the burn of so many eyes, so non-existent, non-existent
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| You leave me, a perfect evening, things just change like altitude
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| I go from savage disregard to worrying if I’ve been rude
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| So can you meet me in the middle?
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| Can you meet me in the fucking middle?
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| I sway so often side to side
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| Back and forth past the middle
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| I can’t find
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| I always try
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| To be the wolf who doesn’t bite
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| To stop hating what I love in all your sides
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| Oncoming traffic-severed evenings
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| And I’ve never felt the burn of so many non-existent eyes
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| I’ve never felt the burn of so many non-existent eyes
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| No one’s on first and as the lights they go down
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| But can you meet me in the in-between?
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| No one’s on first and the lights are going down
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| Can you meet me in the in-between?
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| No one’s on first and the lights are going down
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| Can you meet me in the in-between?
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| No one’s on first and the lights are going down
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| Can you meet me, can you?
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| So can you meet me in the middle?
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| Can you meet me in the in-between?
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| Pick one of the countless sides I’ve seen
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| Just promise me you’ll stop changing
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| And I’ll condition all my sides
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| And I’ll go right on swaying
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| Lights go down |