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I am walking again |
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Counting my steps |
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So I don't lose my |
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Way back home again |
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My car's on the street |
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It's collecting leaves |
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I love all of my things |
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They've been patient with me |
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And I thought that I might start to smoke |
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just so I'd have somewhere to put my hands |
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When times just stands and stares |
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We're souvenirs |
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We buried the bars |
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They bend in the wind |
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We laugh and return |
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We patron the saint |
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I go on and go off |
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In English enough |
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Well no more we cry |
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Under our breath |
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And I thought that I might start to smoke |
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just so I'd have somewhere to put my hands |
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When time unplans affairs |
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I couldn't care |
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I'm not afraid |
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To love someone |
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For all my life |
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'Till it comes undone |
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When we catch our deaths |
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And the continents come |
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We'll keep speaking of course |
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'Cause it's so good to know |
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That I'm not afraid |
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I'm not afraid |
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No, I'm not afraid |
