| One foot after the other
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| One place pretty much like another
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| Some folks got a pretty good deal
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| Some are just looking for their next meal
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| Out here where the days go by
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| And the glances never meet the eye
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| It’s a walking town
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| And I’m just out here walking 'round
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| Walking 'round this walking town
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| You got a house on top of a hill
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| And a powerful automobile
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| The windows up, the AC high
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| In a world of comfort speeding by
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| Stressed out in the latest style
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| How long has it been since you walked a mile
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| In yours or anybody else’s shoes
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| Well, in any life there will be dues
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| It’s a walking town
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| And I’m just out here walking 'round
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| Walking 'round this walking town
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| Walking up, walking down
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| Walking back, walking 'round
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| Walking mute, walking bound
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| Walking through your walking town
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| One foot on the concrete shore
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| One foot in the human sea
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| Night falls on the streets of the city
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| And it falls over you and me
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| And all our dreams and our descriptions
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| Of the life this was supposed to be
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| Drift above the rooftops and the houses
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| Until the sunlight finds me where I lay
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| And it’s a walking town
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| And I’m back out here walking 'round
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| Walking 'round this walking town |