I sold myself for so little
I sold myself for chump change
Going nowhere, stuck in the middle
Like so many singing the same refrain
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Caught in the middle, caught in the middle
Can’t get home again
The sun rises, the winter closes in
I can see your face from a million miles away
You were standing, looking in the mirror
All those lines and thoughts of gray
Come as you will, come as you are
Place all bets on a shooting star
I heard about you in your car that night
Your life was like a driveby firefly
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But me, I'm
caught in the middle, caught in the middle
Can’t get home again
Don’t sell yourself for so little
Don’t sell yourself for chump change
Even Judas had the answer
And the sense to come in out of the rain
Bake It Black Publishing 2009