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 fat guys 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
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Middle Of The Road
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| The Pretenders |
