| There’s no middle, no middle distance
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| Less complicated, got it’s own mind
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| Startin' over, not gettin' even
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| Just a whisper on denial
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| Associations to the back on just between
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| Motivations got it over
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| With affection on rehearsal
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| We had to stop short of no time
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| What seems complicated to distraction
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| I’m not sure
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| Well, I found inspiration, I keep it locked up
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| I want more
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| There’s no reason, we shot to reach through
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| On condition that it’s so bright
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| Reputations, so far we get to know
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| Follow me, accept it’s alright
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| The sum of what we hold, yeah
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| Spin of tables turning
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| Trouble fits upon a smile
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| What seems complicated to distraction
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| I’m not sure
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| Well, I found inspiration, I keep it locked up
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| I want more
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| Already know, mismatched it even
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| It’s not about you
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| But it’s falling left on sight
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| I want more |