There is no slowing down
When we're here on the ground
Where the people walk
Where it's all small talk
We can do anything
But we don't want to do
What our parents say
Well, that's just the way
Nothing seems to make sense
But we love how it feels
Being bad and good
And misunderstood
It's a crime to fit in
So we're all standing out
Maybe that just means
We're the in-betweens
And there's no slowing down
Yes, we crave the profound
But that's hard to find
When we're on the ground
Where the people walk
Where it's all small talk
Chasing after dreams
Where nothing makes sense
In the in-betweens
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