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Miss Middle Man


I pass the messages that are to be passed

Never share the secrets 

Word gets out fast

With all of this I go sleepless 

 

You're Hurt 

They’re hurt

I’m hurt 

He's a jerk

 

I share something that helps you

But it hurts them

I don't know what to do

The line between a secret and a lie is thin

 

I know where they all stand

Keep them all I don't think I can

The truth is in my hands

So I guess I’m Miss Middle Man

 
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