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I tore my life in two and pulled the ends apart |
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are you seeing who you wanna see 'cause I |
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I feel caught in the middle. |
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I tore my life in two and pulled the ends apart |
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are you seeing who you wanna see 'cause I |
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I feel caught in the middle. |
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I'm both the sinner and the gentlemen at heart |
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I except that without questioning |
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'cause I, I'm so sick of the riddle. |
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I'm caught between two lives |
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and every second second second I'm awake |
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I check reflections so I won't forget my face |
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and it's alright 'cause I will never never never let it change |
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and it's that common ground that calms me |
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walking separate ways. |
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It's been a while how I threaded both my lives, |
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spend the little too much of my time in one |
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and I damaged the other |
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I'll stand trial, let them judge amongst their thoughts |
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it's our petty misconceptions at the fault and I'll always recover. |
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I'm caught between two lives |
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and every second second second I'm awake |
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I check reflections so I won't forget my face |
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and it's alright 'cause I will never never never let it change |
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and it's that common ground that calms me |
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walking separate ways. |
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I'm caught between two lives |
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I'm caught between two lives |
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But it's alright, it's alright |
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I'm caught between two lives |
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and every second second second I'm awake |
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I check reflections so I won't forget my face |
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and it's alright 'cause I will never never never let it change |
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and it's that common ground that calms me |
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walking separate ways. |
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Walking separate ways. |
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Oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh |
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Walking separate ways. |
