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Young Paul Between Two Fires

know whether to laugh or cry We stand in the middle looking both ways We don't know whether we live or we die, caught between two fires And while the fires

I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness

of Texas (In the televised debate between Vice Presidential candidates, it is hard to imagine how any speech writer could have made such a disastrous blunder. For the young