| And you said you didn’t care about distance
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| That being miles apart didn’t make any difference
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| I told you i was slow and you thought that it was fun
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| And i said: «well, i’d rather walk than run»
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| And if one day i make it back to my homeland
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| If people know the songs that i wrote for my band
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| Well, i’ll buy new shoes for my daughter and a house for my mum
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| But you know i’d rather walk than run
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| And you told me not to take the long way home nightly
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| You told me: «david, you shouldn’t take it lightly
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| You could get chased by some crook or even mocked by a bomb
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| And i was like: «mum, i’d rather walk than run»
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| And it is crazy to thing how mad i made you
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| And it’s weird to think how bad now i miss you
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| Like when you stood there awaiting for me in the early morning sun
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| And i was like: «i'd rather walk than run»
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| And now the aching in my heart amuse me
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| And memories of you confuse me
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| But if i have to rush to get you back, i will go alone
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| And you know i’d rather walk than run
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| Well you know i’d rather walk than run |