In the middle of the day
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When things don't go your way
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And when life starts to bite
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And it don't turn out right
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And your top is spinning round
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Far along the open ground
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Then you have to hang on tight
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Or you'll be blown from sight
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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It takes nerves of steel
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In the middle of the night
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If the stars ain't bright
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And you wonder till the dawn
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Why you feel so forlorn
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And you know that you are lost
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You never count the cost
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Of all the mistakes you made
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And all the games you played
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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It takes nerves of steel
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In the middle of your life
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When you're staring at the knife
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And you're near the cutting edge
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Close enough to make a wedge
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But you know it ain't enough
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Even though you hate the stuff
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It's a sweet and bitter pill
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But after all it's only real
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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How does it feel
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It takes nerves of steel
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Nerves Of Steel
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| Hugh Cornwell |
