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The sun feels dry on my face in the south
The city sees the darkest day
Well I've been feeling real worse and it took me a minute to say
It looks like I'm just stuck in the middle all again
Riding the divide conscious of my number
Make a little prayer before I take my slumber
Well I figured you out when you're riding the great divide
Do you feel that this could all be easy with a glass of water
A glass of something
My mouth is partial to your claims
It looks like I'm just stuck in the middle all again
Say a prayer deliver me from you again
I'm stuck in the falling all again
Again