| Well last night I couldn’t sleep
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| I got up and started walking
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| Down to the end of my street
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| And on into town
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| Well I had no one to meet
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| And I had no taste for talking
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| Seems I’m talking my whole life
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| It’s time I listen now
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| Well I walk past the late night boys
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| With their bottles in their doorways
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| And I walk past the business men
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| Sleeping like babies in their cars
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| And I thought to myself
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| Oh, son
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| You may be lost in more ways than one
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| But I have a feeling that it’s more fun
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| Than knowing exactly where you are
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| Like a stone carried on the river
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| Like a boat sailing on the sea
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| Well I keep on walking
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| Oh, I keep on walking
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| Till I fine that old love
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| Or that old love, comes to finds me
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| Well I walked into the morning
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| And felt that warm sunlight forming on my shoulders
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| 'Cause it hit with no warning
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| Like a summer sky storming in my lungs
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| Ain’t it funny how the kids walk by
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| They’ll do anything to make themselves look older
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| While the women spend their money
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| On anything that makes them look young
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| Like a stone carried on the river
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| Like a boat sailing on the sea
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| Oh, I keep on walking
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| Well I keep on walking
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| Till I fine that old love
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| Or that old love, comes to finds me
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| Oh, lo, no
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, no
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| Oh, lo, oh
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| Oh, whoa, oh
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| Well I’m like a stone, oh
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| And I’m carried on the river
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| Like a boat sailing on the sea
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| Oh, well I keep on walking
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| Well I said I’ll keep on walking, oh
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| Till I fine that old love
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| Or that old love, comes to finds me
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| Till I fine that old love
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| Or that old love, comes to finds me |