End of the third round
As I put the phone down
Chasing the same lines
Over the old ground
I'm pushing zero
Where is my hero
He's out there somewhere
Left of the middle
And your world falls down
And you're there calling out
But it's something I can't say
Though it seems the only way
But it's a game that I can't play
Not today
I got my ticket
And I got a straight road
But I'm passing the same signs
Over and over
And my world falls down
And I'm there calling out
But it's something I can't say
Though it seems the only way
But it's a game that I can't play
Not today
I need to tell you
Triyng to get trough
It's not always easy
Left of the middle
Writer(s): Stephen Andrew Booker, Natalie Jane Imbruglia
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