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Middle Of The Road

I can take the names that some may call me
I can take the insults that they hurl
All except the one thing that seems to really gall me
That Iím just white-lining my way through this world
They will try all things to derail you
Maybe I was unprepared
Cos if you view being normal as being a failure
Then theyíve called you the one name that you dread
The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But try as I might with what I have
I canít reside in the middle of the road

So let them say that Iím some kind of weirdo
I can be a weirdo with some style
Complete with a strange set of rules that I adhere to
Better that than pretend to be satisfied
The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But Iím not content with the half and half
On either side of the middle of the road

So donít you condemn the way I live
When you have a lame alternative
When you wake up having seen your life go by

The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But I shall escape the aftermath
Donít wanna die in the middle of the road
I canít reside in the middle of the road

Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2007 Den Miller