Middle Of The Street Lyrics

Been looking for something
In the middle of the street
An addictive devotion to feed

Well, the cars are approaching
Coming at the wrong speed
And you feel that you're living and free

There's a will left to survive
And a lot more on my mind that isn't ordinary
It's a tradeoff, I suppose
For the life I'll never own and never give to you

When the engines are running, but the thrill is too cheap
What you needed to function won't please

Now you don't see it coming and you won't feel the bleed Better think of another person to be

Therе's a will left to survive
And a lot more on thе line that isn't ordinary
It's a tradeoff, I suppose
For the things I can't control and never wanted to

There's a will left to survive
And a lot more on my mind that isn't ordinary
It's a tradeoff, I suppose
For the life I'll never own and never give to you
It's a tradeoff, I suppose
For the life I'll never own and never give to you

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