by David Crosby
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You are walking
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You've always been walking
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Stumbling half-blinded
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And dry as the wind
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That strafes you and leaves you
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To lie in the sand
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And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere
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This wall that you've been trying to cross for years
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This fence made of tears
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No one hears
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You see a door
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Ah, such a great open door
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You know that your eyes tellin' lies
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Still you chance
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A shambling run, a ridiculous dance
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Like a scarecrow that's hung up to dry on a fencepole
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And there's a place like vacuum waiting inside you
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For you to get through
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To the blue
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You scent the water
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Fresh green grass, food and water
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Your breath is scraping your brain into dust
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Your rusty old engine is ready to bust
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You cannot believe it that they would not trust you
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The door is wavering
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Is that your eyes?
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Are they still telling lies?
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What are lies?
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The Wall Song
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| David Crosby |
