8.Back To The Middle
Lyricist：John Matthew Bell
Young and wasted look at me now
I'm the King of California
Straight out of Tennessee
Come on baby, crash on my couch
You've got that Hollywood nosebleed
You've got the pedigree
But when the seasons change
That's when I'll check that plane and go
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle
I'm gonna be high
Back, back, back, back to the middle
When I've had enough, I will fly
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Passengers please stand by
Back, back, back, back to the middle
It's a miracle, I've escaped alive
In the thick, thick electric air
There's a cloud of smoke ascending
Blocking the city lights
Fast and faded, dead in Times Square
I'm not looking for a heartache
I gotta catch a flight
Because the weather's cold
This scene is getting old
And it's back, back, back, back, back to the middle
I'm gonna be high
Back, back, back, back to the middle
When I've had enough, I will fly
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Passengers please stand by
Back, back, back, back to the middle
It's a miracle, I've escaped alive
In the freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees
On the beat I scheme about the city
Why should I go back？
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle
I'm gonna be high
Back, back, back, back to the middle
When I've had enough, I will fly
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Passengers please stand by
Back, back, back, back to the middle
It's a miracle, I've escaped alive
Back, back, back, back, back to the middle
I'm gonna be high
Back, back, back, back to the middle
When I've had enough, I will fly
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Passengers please stand by
Back, back, back, back to the middle
It's a miracle, I've escaped alive
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Back, back, back, back to the middle
Back, back, back, back to the middle
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