Left Of Centre

If you could read my mind
You would probably stop halfway
If you would know my kind
You would hear what the neighbours say
His hedge is far too tall
It looks as if he is hiding

If you would count my likes
You would probably find a clue
If you would see my strikes
Then you’d pitch me a ball or two
I hear you say that I´m blind
Blind enough to be watching

Everyone else in the world turning right, but I´m
Left of centre, left of centre
Left of centre, left of centre

Would you believe I care about the
Beggars along the way
If they´d insist I´d swear I would
Come back another day
It´s awkward, awkward we are
Worst of all, we´re decaying

Everyone else in the world turning right, but I´m
Left of centre, left of centre
Left of centre, left of centre


 

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