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Give it up whatever holds you down |
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Rip it out although it breaks your skin |
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Paint it black then pull yourself out of the |
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whole damn mess |
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Read the sign that says come back soon |
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But turn your back and laugh about the stores |
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Grab your woes a silver toothbrush, and a red silk dress |
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People talk |
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You just keep on walking |
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They don't know how you feel |
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People talk |
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You just keep on walking |
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They don't know how you feel |
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Subway crowds and supermarket lights |
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Traffic fumes that slice into your lungs |
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Vacant stares from perfect strangers in the city heat |
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God is one that sounds like the truth |
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There's a plan and still we must behave |
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I suppose there's certain secrets |
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You just don't repeat |
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People talk |
|
You just keep on walking |
|
They don't know how you feel |
|
People talk |
|
You just keep on walking |
|
They don't know how you feel |
|
Give it up whatever holds you down |
|
Rip it out although it breaks your skin |
|
Paint it black then pull yourself out of the |
|
whole damn mess |
|
People talk |
|
You just keep on walking |
|
They don't know how you feel |
|
People talk |
|
You just keep on walking |
|
They don't know how you feel |
|
People talk |
|
You just keep on walking |
|
People talk |
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You just keep on walking |
