| She is, twenty five, spent over half of her life
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| So afraid to speak her mind, it’s such a shame
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| 'Cause what a brilliant mind she has
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| And now that she’s been introduced to confidence
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| She doesn’t see, that she is bordering on arrogance
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| When will she learn, to come back to the middle
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| He is, a young black man, grew up without his father
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| And now it is falls into his hands, to protect his mother
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| 'Cause if he doesn’t, well then who will, his older brother lives in fear
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| Of everything, especially, trying to fill his father’s shoes
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| Respectively, they go to extremes, of masculine and feminine
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| Chasing dreams, but they keep on falling
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| 'Cause they don’t know no balance
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| When will they learn, to come back to the middle
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| You must take the good with the bad, and you might hit the wall
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| Sometimes you’ll fly and sometimes you’ll fall
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| There isn’t any way, to avoid the pain
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| But it’s getting burned, that’s how you will learn
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| To come back to the middle
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| Needing to protect your self now that is just a part of life
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| If you let your fears keep you from flying, you will never reach your height
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| To get to the top you must come back to the middle
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| When will we learn, to come back to the middle
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| Come back to the middle, Come back to the middle
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| Don’t make no mind about falling down
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| 'Cause it’s when you’re in that valley
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| You can see both sides more clearly
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| Come back to the middle |