In the Middle
Between the end of your feet
And the top of your head
Is all that will be in the casket
When you're dead
Between want it all and just want some
There you are
Colorful in the morning and lost in the dark
They say it's good and great
It'll be okay
So you move to the future thinking just the same
In the middle, nothing comes along
How can this be right when it feels so wrong
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
The world around you
The world is not
One-sided template is all that you got
Winning is golden
Different goal's a crime
In the middle you're trapped
And can't get out
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
And the top of your head
Is all that will be in the casket
When you're dead
Between want it all and just want some
There you are
Colorful in the morning and lost in the dark
They say it's good and great
It'll be okay
So you move to the future thinking just the same
In the middle, nothing comes along
How can this be right when it feels so wrong
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
The world around you
The world is not
One-sided template is all that you got
Winning is golden
Different goal's a crime
In the middle you're trapped
And can't get out
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
Nothing new, nothing new
Comes to mind
All you think you repeat
Round and round
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be wrong
How can this be
Credits
Writer(s): Albin Mats Carlson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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