Middle of nowhere
Strangers enstranged
In the middle of nowhere.
The mirage is strangling
On the transient journey.
In the middle of nowhere;
Home calls warningly.
Stranger,
The warning shot is here;
In the middle of nowhere.
Stranger see,
Stranger listen,
Stranger retreat.
Home will always call.
In the middle of nowhere,
What do you save for the morrow?
In the middle of nowhere.
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