I’m in your backstage
I’m on your sideline
I’m looking your way
So won’t you put me in your sight lines
I want it I want it I want it all right now
I want it I want it I want it all right now
Don’t you make me your peripheral lover, no
I want to be there in the middle
You need to give me something visceral, baby
I want to be there in the middle
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
You take me for a ride
You’re playing unfair
Can you make up your mind
Because you give me the impression you care
Do you care
Do you care
Do you care
Don’t you make me your peripheral lover, no
I want to be there in the middle
You need to give me something visceral, baby
I want to be there in the middle
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
Don’t you make me your peripheral lover
Don’t you make me your peripheral lover
I want to be there in the middle
You need to give me something visceral, baby
I want to be there in the middle
Don’t you make me your peripheral lover
I want to be there in the middle
You need to give me something visceral, baby
I want to be there in the middle
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
I’m not your peripheral lover
I’m not your peripheral
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Automatic
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Broke Scene
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Cutting Room Floor
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Diluted
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