| If you walk away, I’ll walk away
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| First tell me which road you will take
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| I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
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| So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way
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| And the future hangs over our heads
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| And it moves with each current event
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| Until it falls all around
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| Like a cold steady rain
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| Just stay in when it’s looking this way
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| And the moon’s laying low in the sky
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| Forcing everything metal to shine
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| And the sidewalk holds diamonds
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| Like the jewelry store case
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| They argue walk this way, no, walk this way
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| And Laura’s asleep in my bed
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| As I’m leaving she wakes up and says
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| «I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
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| Baby don’t go away, come here»
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| And there’s kids playing guns in the street
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| And one’s pointing his tree branch at me
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| So I put my hands up
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| I say «Enough is enough
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| If you walk away, I’ll walk away»
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| And he shot me dead
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| I found a liquid cure
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| From my landlocked blues
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| It’ll pass away like a slow parade
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| It’s leaving but I don’t know how soon
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| And the world’s got me dizzy again
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| You’d think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
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| And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
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| So I’m always pacing around or walking away
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| I keep drinking the ink from my pen
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| And I’m balancing history books up on my head
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| But it all boils down to one quotable phrase:
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| «If you love something, give it away»
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| A good woman will pick you apart
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| A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
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| But you may be offended and you may be afraid
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| But don’t walk away, don’t walk away
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| We made love on the living room floor
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| With the noise in the background of a televised war
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| And in the deafening pleasure
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| I thought I heard someone say
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| «If we walk away, they’ll walk away»
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| But greed is a bottomless pit
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| And our freedom’s a joke
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| We’re just taking a piss
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| And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
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| If you’re still free start running away
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| Cause we’re coming for you!
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| I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
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| I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
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| So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
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| Saying, «Let me walk away, please»
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| You’ll be free, child, once you have died
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| From the shackles of language and measurable time
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| And then we can trade places, play musical graves
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| Till then walk away, walk away
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| So I’m up at dawn
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| Putting on my shoes
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| I just want to make a clean escape
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| I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
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| I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to |