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here and there and everywhere i go
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i stand on my two feet
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on my two hands i walk away
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now and then and almost every time
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i wake up walking in my sleep
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i feel the need to walk away
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once upon a time it was
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when everything was real there was
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nobody who would want to walk away
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but today we know so much
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that we don`t really know just what
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is true or false or should we go or stay
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all of a sudden i wake up
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all of a sudden i wake up
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the words i trust to build upon
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are pebbles in my hand
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all of a sudden i wake up
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all of a sudden i wake up
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the words that name the right and wrong
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are pebbles in my hand
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the words i give and those i take
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are just pebbles in my hand
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every time i look i see them
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moving by remote control so remote
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that they don`t even know
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yet it seems they know so much
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that they don`t really care so much
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about who does and who does not control
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all of a sudden i wake up
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all of a sudden i wake up
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the words i trust to build upon
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are pebbles in my hand
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all of a sudden i wake up
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all of a sudden i wake up
|
the words that name the right and wrong
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are pebbles in my hand
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the words i give and those i take
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are just pebbles in my hand
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pebbles in my hand
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