| I call you up on a Monday
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| You say you’re fine
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| But you’ve been countin' the mines
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| While you’re walkin' wonderin' why
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| The years keep flyin' by
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| You kept all of my paintings
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| And you taped the place
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| Now you’re asking me how
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| I like the palm trees in LA
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| I tell you they’re okay
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| So much that I could say
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| 'Cause you’ve been walkin' for so long
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| While I sing the songs you gave me
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| Been down the road and back again
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| Pickin' pennies from the pavement
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| Savin' up all of your luck for me
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| And if I haven’t told you yet
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| I felt every step of your walkin' walkin'
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| You got a million questions
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| And now they’re all in me
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| 'Cause sometimes searchin' for answers
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| Makes it hard to fall asleep
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| But you taught me how to dream
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| You say you don’t like my haircut
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| Don’t care if it’s the style
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| I tell you I love you
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| And I gotta run but I
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| I call you in a while
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| So you go another mile
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| 'Cause you’ve been walkin' for so long
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| While I sing the songs you gave me
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| Been down the road and back again
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| Pickin' pennies from the pavement
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| Savin' up all of your luck for me
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| And if I haven’t told you yet
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| I felt every step of your walkin' walkin'
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| And although there are time I may not show you
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| It’s impossible to say how much I owe you
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| Even now if I turn around I’d see
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| You’re still walkin' next to me
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| Every day it gets clearer
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| I’m a lot like you
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| And with any luck
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| I’ll have a son or daughter soon
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| And I’ll know what to do
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| I’ll just start walkin' and keep on
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| While they sing the songs I give 'em
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| Like all the music you gave to me
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| All the beauty and the rhythm
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| Isn’t that all anyone can do
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| You’ve been walkin' for so long
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| While I sing the songs you gave me
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| Been down the road and back again
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| Pickin' pennies from the pavement
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| Savin' up all of your luck for me
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| And if I haven’t told you yet
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| If I haven’t told you yet
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| I felt every step of your walkin' walkin' |