If you want me
You can find
Left of center
Off of the strip

In the outskirts
And in the fringes
In the corner
Out of the grip

When they ask me
"What are you looking at?"
I always answer
"Nothing much." (Not much)

I think they know
I'm looking at them
I think they think
I must out of touch

But I'm only in the outskirts
And in the fringes
On the edge and
Off the avenue

And if you want me
You can find me
Left of center
Wondering about you

I think that somehow
Somewhere inside of us
We must be similar
If not the same

So I continue
To be wanting you
Left of center
Against the grain...

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