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Mongrel in the Middle (Live) Video (MV)




Performed By: The Closets
Language: English
Length: 4:43
Written by: Aristotle Galanos




The Closets - Mongrel in the Middle (Live) Lyrics




Curled beneath my loner bed sheets
Trying to figure out which pillow side I like the least
Taking milk chocolate, red cherry, vanilla, and strawberry all on one plate
You ask why would you need four birds to represent just one state

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies

Sorry to my mamma
Don't you worry buried papa
Guess I'm just a solitary befuddled primadonna
Too bitter to function shift to shift, to spooked to try to date
Ain't nobody got me on their list, cause psyche I plainly state

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies

When you're just a mortal ghoul always exuding death
I'm never fully on or off, a dimmer lighted medley of a mess
Last words I heard them utter was to get my thoughts right out of the gutter
But all I choose to hear is mutters as I remain a rambling stutter

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
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Curled beneath my loner bed sheets
Trying to figure out which pillow side I like the least
Taking milk chocolate, red cherry, vanilla, and strawberry all on one plate
You ask why would you need four birds to represent just one state

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies

Sorry to my mamma
Don't you worry buried papa
Guess I'm just a solitary befuddled primadonna
Too bitter to function shift to shift, to spooked to try to date
Ain't nobody got me on their list, cause psyche I plainly state

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies

When you're just a mortal ghoul always exuding death
I'm never fully on or off, a dimmer lighted medley of a mess
Last words I heard them utter was to get my thoughts right out of the gutter
But all I choose to hear is mutters as I remain a rambling stutter

I guess life is just a compromise
Even if you amount it up to lies
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Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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