| Will you walk us uptown?
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| And wherever you go You know we will follow
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| And we’ll stand in the light
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| Of your new killing ground
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| And we won’t make a sound
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| Except to sing our sorrow
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| While our tears run in torrents
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| To suffer in silence or pray for some solace
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| Will you wash away our sins
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| In the cross-fire and cross-currents
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| As you uncross your fingers
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| And take out some insurance
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| No matter what the price
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| It’s your own paradise
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| Some hearts are sinking
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| And some hearts are a-flutter
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| Some scoop gold from the dirt in the gutter
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| Or swallow the earth
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| Pouring into your mouth
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| As they bury us upright saying
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| «Everything's alright»
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| Like some said that you could
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| We will feast on your flesh
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| And drink down your blood
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| Will you haul down that flag
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| And dishonour that vow
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| Cause we must not change
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| It’s color now
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| No matter what the price
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| Each crushed in the corner of their own paradise
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| That’s always assuming
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| That you’re partly divine and partly human
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| You’re the king of our hearts
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| You’re the clown with the drum
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| If we promise not to run
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| Will you walk us uptown?
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| Will you gather us near
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| As cowards flee and traitors sneer
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| Keep a red flag flying
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| Keep a blue flag as well
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| And a white flag in case it all goes to hell |