| Here and there and everywhere I go
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| I stand on my two feet
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| On my two hands I walk away
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| Now and then and almost every time
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| I wake up walking in my sleep
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| I feel the need to walk away
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| Once upon a time it was
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| When everything was real there was
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| Nobody who would want to walk away
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| But today we know so much
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| That we don’t really know just what
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| Is true or false or should we go or stay
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| The words I trust to build upon
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| Are pebbles in my hand
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| The words that name the right and wrong
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| Are pebbles in my hand
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| The words I give and those I take
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| Are just pebbles in my hand
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| Every time I look I see them
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| Moving by remote control so remote
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| That they don’t even know
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| Yet it seems they know so much
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| That they don’t really care so much
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| About who does and who does not control
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| The words I trust to build upon
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| Are pebbles in my hand
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| All of a sudden I wake up
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| The words that name the right and wrong
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| Are pebbles in my hand
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| The words I give and those I take
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| Are just pebbles in my hand |