I don't want to be caught in the middle
Taking all that I've thought and setting it off
A temporal moving part, it's superficial
But always comes and goes
What a rip off, yeah
I don't want to be torn in the middle
It's deafeningly unsure, unofficial
But silently still we talk for a little
And timingly is no more
What a rip off, yeah
I'm just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
What I'd kill for, not her, not her, not her
I'm just here for that girl, that girl, that girl
What I'd kill for, not her, not her
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