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I'm not an idiot, tho I may get some things wrong. |
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I'm not stupid, I'm figuring it out as I go along. |
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Sometimes my mind and heart disagree |
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And I don't always know who to follow so where does that leave me? |
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Stuck in the middle, of this small space |
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{With just a number on this day} |
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I never said I knew what was I doing |
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I'm stuck in the middle of wrong and right, |
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with no-one to be my guide in life. |
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I never said I knew what I was doing |
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Cause a fiction, is that the way to go? |
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Is that the road I should be on? |
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Or is it forgiveness? |
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I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't |
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My mind says let go, |
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My heard says hold on, |
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What the hell do you do when both feel right, |
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But both feel wrong? |
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Stuck in the middle, of this small space |
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{With just a number on this day} |
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I never said I knew what I doing |
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I'm stuck in the middle of wrong and right, |
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with no-one to be my guide in life. |
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I never said I knew what I was doing |
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Everybody knows what I should of done, |
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Everyone's got the answers |
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but the ones I need to be alright |
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with who I see in the mirror. |
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Stuck in the middle, of this small space |
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{With just a number on this day} |
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I never said I knew what I doing |
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I'm stuck in the middle of wrong and right, |
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with no-one to be my guide in life. |
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I never said I knew what I was doing |
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Stuck in the middle, of this small space |
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{With just a number on this day} |
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I never said I knew what I doing |
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I'm stuck in the middle of wrong and right, |
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with no-one to be my guide in life. |
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I never said I knew what I was doing |
