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When I walk away I notice |
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That the streets won't stay in focus |
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And then when I turn my head |
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I'm listening |
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As the pictures slowly shifting |
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Back again |
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When I walk away |
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When I walk away |
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I walk away |
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Walk away |
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Walk away |
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In the special room |
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And someone almost there |
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And now the rain is gone |
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And the air is clear |
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In the waking warm |
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And on the shimmer shore |
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And on the gilded falls |
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Just like the time before |
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When things get so displaced |
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When I walk away |
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When I walk away |
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I walk away |
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Walk away |
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Walk away |
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Oh, walk away |
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Walk away |
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Walk away |
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Oh in the dawn adrift |
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And through the howling dark |
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With such a tender step |
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With such a crowded heart |
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And I'll be someone else |
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I'll be the passing man |
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I'll be the voice in sleep |
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I'll be the waving hand |
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But something always stays |
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When I walk away |
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When I walk away |
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I walk away |
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Walk away |
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Walk away |
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Oh, walk away |
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Walk away |
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Walk away |
