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I went out walking through the streets paved with gold |
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lifted some stones |
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saw the skin and bones |
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of a city without a soul |
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I went out walking under an atomic sky |
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where the ground won't turn |
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and the rain it burns |
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like the tears when I said goodbye |
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CHORUS |
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Yeah I went with nothing |
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nothing but the thought of you |
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I went wandering |
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I went drifting through the capitals of tin |
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where men can't walk |
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or freely talk |
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and sons turn their fathers in |
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I stopped outside a church house |
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where the citizens like to sit |
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they say they want the kingdom |
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but they don't want God in it |
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CHORUS |
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I went out with nothing |
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nothing but the thought of you |
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I went wandering |
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I went out walking |
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down that winding road |
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where no one's trusting no one |
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and conscience...a too heavy load |
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I went out riding, down that ol'eight lane |
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I passed by a thousand signs |
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looking for my own name |
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CHORUS |
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I went with nothing |
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but the thought you'd be there, too |
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Looking for you |
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I went out there in search of experience |
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to taste and to touch and to feel's as much |
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as a man can before he repents |
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I went out searching, looking for one good man |
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A spirit who would not bend or break |
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Who could sit at his father's right hand |
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I went out walking with a bible and a gun |
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The word of God lay heavy on my heart |
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I was sure I was the one |
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Now Jesus, don't you wait up |
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Jesus, I'll be home soon |
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Yea I went out for the papers |
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told her I'd be back by noon |
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Yeah I left with nothing |
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but the thought you'd be there too |
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looking for you... |
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Yeah I left with nothing |
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nothing but the thought of you... |
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I went wandering |