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Middle of the road |
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Version two |
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The middle of the road is trying to find me |
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I'm standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me |
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Well i got a smile for everyone i meet |
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As long as you don't try dragging my bay |
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Or dropping the bomb on my street |
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Now come on baby |
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Get in the road |
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Oh come on now |
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In the middle of the road, yeah |
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In the middle of the road you see the darndest things |
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Like fakirs driving 'round in jeeps through the city |
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Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits |
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Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids |
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Oh man i don't mean a hampstead nursery |
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When you own a big chunk of the bloody third world |
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The babies just come with the scenery |
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Oh come on baby |
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Get in the road |
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Oh come on now |
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In the middle of the road, yeah |
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One...two...three...four... |
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The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac |
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I can't get from the cab to the curb |
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Without some little jerk on my back |
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Don't harass me, can't you tell |
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I'm going home, i'm tired as hell |
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I'm not the cat i used to be |
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I got a kid, i'm thirty-three |
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Baby, get in the road |
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Come on now |
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In the middle of the road |
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Yeah |