Take the darkest of the darkest nights
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Combine it with the brightest of the sun's bright rays
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And you'll see what I see in my head
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What I see every day
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From the pit of despair
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To the arch of euphoric transcendence
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I'm the middle man monkey, the misery junkie
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The cat walking barbed wire fences
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I've been searching high and low
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Up and down and carrying my heavy load
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High and low and up and down and all around
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Been trying to find the middle road
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I been trying to find it
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Whenever God shines his light
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I put on my best sunglasses
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Whatever truth that shines through, for a moment I view
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But of course then the moment it passes
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And I'm standing alone again
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At the crossroads of my melodrama
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With my heart in my hand, dumb and silent I stand
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Like some dime store Dalai Lama
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I been searching high and low...
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Angel, devil, it's all the same
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Each one knows me by name
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Each one knows me, they all know me by name
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Come the morning of my soul's dark night
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When I've laid to rest these ghosts that haunt me
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With sweet tenderness I will kiss your red lips
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Not the past or the future shall daunt me
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But that day ain't here just yet
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So I'm stuck here on this roller coaster
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With my hands in the air, on a wing and a prayer
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Hoping it's taking me closer
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I been searching high and low...
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Middle Road
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| The Gathering Field |
