Yound and wasted look at me now,

I'm the kind of California


Straight out of Tennessee



C'mon baby crash on my couch,

You''ve got that Hollywood nosebleed

You've got that pedigree



But when the seasons change

That's when I'll catch that plane and go



Back to the middle, I'm gonna be high

Back to the middle when I've had enough I will fly

Back to the middle, passengers please stand by

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 weathers cold,

This scene is getting old



In the freeze I'm dreaming of the palm trees

On the beat I scheme about the city

Why should I go back?

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