| She’s sitting alone in a chair
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| She covers her eyes with her hair
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| She smokes one last cigarette
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| And waits for the whole world to turn
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| She’s loving the smell in the air
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| She’d stop but she really doesn’t care
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| What’s she to do?
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| Wait for the whole world to burn?
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| 'Cause kids like us, we don’t know when to stop
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| We walk, we walk, we just keep walking
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| We move, we move, we just keep moving on
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| We sing, we sing, we sing at the top of our lungs
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| We walk, we walk, we walk like nothing’s wrong
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| We walk like there’s nothing wrong
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| He places a rose in her hair
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| He stops for a moment and stares
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| Her beauty’s a wonder
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| Makes him forget about the end
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| 'Cause when it’s all over
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| Who’s really gonna care?
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| We walk, we walk, we just keep walking
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| We move, we move, we just keep moving on
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| We sing, we sing, we sing at the top of our lungs
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| We walk, we walk, we walk like nothing’s wrong
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| We walk like there’s nothing wrong
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| (Oh)
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| (Oh)
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| We’re gonna walk (Oh)
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| We’re gonna walk (Oh)
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| We’re gonna walk (Oh)
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| We’re gonna walk (Oh)
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| We walk, we walk, we just keep walking
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| We move, we move, we just keep moving on
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| We sing, we sing, we sing at the top of our lungs
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| We walk, we walk, we walk like nothing’s wrong
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| We walk like there’s nothing wrong
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| We walk like there’s nothing wrong
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| We walk like there’s nothing wrong |