******you call it bright |
and i call it simple |
and somewhere in the middle is truth |
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you see the hill |
and i see the castle |
our front that was united is doomed, ooh |
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you call this brick and mortar |
i call this sacred skin |
you see the figure skater |
i fear the ice is thin and |
the light is all around us |
but when we spar, its dim |
were right here in the middle |
missing the miracle |
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you see the cloud |
and i see the lining |
and somewhere in the middle is sun |
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and you say its greatness |
and i say bad timing |
and when we leave the ring, no ones won, ooh |
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i go for the jugular |
you knock till you get in |
you hold the loud and raucous |
and i hear the dropping pin and |
you run all front and center |
i whisper paper thin |
were right here in the middle |
missing the miracle |
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the winter gets long |
the rapids get white |
and what doesnt kill us |
turns to grey |
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you call this brick and mortar |
i call this sacred skin |
you see the figure skater and |
i fear the ice is thin and |
the light is all around us |
but when we spar its dim |
were right here in the middle |
missing the miracle |
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missing the miracle |
(the light is all around us) |
missing the miracle |
(the light is all around us) |
missing the miracle |