In the middle.

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Hopping one, two, three, to the door

Time passing by, and the way you fall some more

I turn around, free this sky that is clear blue to me

My breathe catched, believe or not believe

Sigh, oh my so much troubles falling again

Well, turn that clock to twelve, give me another chance

Continuing into this middle, staring at the clocks

Healing my bruises, loving at home where my heart is

Hopping one, two, three, to the door

Time passing by and the way you fall some more

Well, the stars are in the sky, and I will start this game all over

Happiness can't be chase, let me create it this time

Fly once, twice, my wings need to be reinvented

Take my hand, I am wasting my time, so put it behind me

Crashing, falling, can't go back so take me forward now

Washing my tears, refreshing my soul, lets all love again

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