| I once was much like you
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| Had a nine-to-five, and a mortgage due
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| The rat race got to me
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| First it ate me up, then it set me free
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| One day it buried me alive
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| I snapped and almost lost my mind
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| I crawled out just in time to go
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground
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| At first I lost my way
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| But I stumbled on until one day
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| I came across a stone
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| With the name of every soul I’d known
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| I edged around it carefully
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| 'Til it became a memory
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| That set my spirit free, to go
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground
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| Mmm, we’re all afraid of going under
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| Honey, is it really any wonder?
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| Caught between the silence and the thunder
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| I once was much like you
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| Always a lot to do
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| I ran so hard to stay in place
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| The wind took on a bitter taste
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| Now I don’t run that race — I go
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground
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| Walking, walking, walking
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| Walking on sacred ground |