It’s getting late in the evening
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And the party is almost over
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A quarter to three, we are alcohol free
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And the music’s faded away
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It’s just you and me sinking further into the sofa
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Everybody’s gone to say hello to the moon
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Drifting together into the realms
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Of another dimension
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Where nothing is ever
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Quite as it appears to be
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Always the unexpected
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Lurking, around every corner
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Now it seems we are standing on the middleground
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A no man’s land, hearing unfamiliar sounds
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My vulnerability, it’s scaring me
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I’m not so sure about this middleground
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Everything is calm
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The sounds have all disappeared
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Get back on the tracks you know
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There really is nothing to fear
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As long as we stay on the path that leads to ecstasy
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Comforting each other, and our minds will be free
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And now it seems we’re caught up in the middleground
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A no man’s land hearing unfamiliar sounds
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My sensibility, it’s deserting me
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Not so sure about this middleground
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Now I feel trapped in the middleground
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It’s plain to see, it’s not easy
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When you’re caught in the middleground
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Julius Caesar beware of the Ides
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They are coming to get you
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And the house on the hill, is feeling quite ill
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Too many spirits you know!
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Poor old Canute cannot hold back the sea
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Keeps getting confused between reality and fantasy…
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And now it seems we’re leaving the middleground
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Rising above the chaos on which we’re staring down
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Moving further into the distance
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Now we’re flying away from the middleground
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Towards the morning and more familiar sounds
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Not so keen on this great divide
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Got to keep well clear of the middleground
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It’s quarter to nine and time to rise, again |