| I’ve seen people holding on to nothing
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| Broken dreams and broken chords
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| Runnin', on empty losing sleep
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| It’s true I’ve earned these cracks upon my feet
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| Walk away, from all that you know
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| Walk away, and hold your own
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| Walk away, and hold your own
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| And I’ve seen people holdin' on to something
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| Smiling, with no place to call home
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| In you I see, something so familiar
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| Ohh my dear friend, so nice to have you home
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| And this all seems unreal
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| Just how far we’ve come
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| Look in to the mirror
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| Not sure who I was
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| Walk away, from all that you know
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| Walk away, and hold your own
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| Walk away from all that you know
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| Walk away, from all that you know
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| Walk away, and hold your own
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| When you bow your head and plunder
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| Tell me now
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| Will it all become real?
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| I feel me in
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| As I sometimes sit and wonder
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| Wonder how, you may ever find your feet
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| Walk away!
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| I’ve seen people holding on to nothing
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| Walk away
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| I’ve seen people worry on to something
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| Walk away
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| I’ve seen people holding on to nothing
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| Walk away
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| I’ve seen people holding on to something
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| Walk away hold your own
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| And I’ve seen people holding on to something |