| My mother spent ten years sitting by a window
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| Scared if she spoke, she would die of a heart attack
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| She listened as her dreams silently screamed
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| They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet
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| Dear world, I’m pleased to meet you
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| Hey, everybody, when you walk the walk
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| You gotta back it all up you, can you talk the talk?
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| Hey, everybody when I hear the knock
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| Don’t wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock?
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| Hey, everybody when my daddy died
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| He had a sad, sad story livin' in his eyes
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| Hey, everybody when you walk the walk
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| You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock
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| I wanna walk of my own drum
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
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| Walk to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
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| Hey, everybody, when you walk the walk
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| You gotta back it all up but can you talk the talk?
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| Hey, everybody, when I hear the knock
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| Don’t wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
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| Hey, every, hey, everybody
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
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| Walk to the beat of my own drums
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums, hey
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| Walk to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna hang ten high, say pleased to meet you
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| Take to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna give to the beat of my own drum
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| Fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five
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| Pleased to meet you
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| My Daddy spent ten years living on the outside, looking in
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| He thought that he would never get back, hey, get back
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| Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
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| And he was standing there
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| When the theater went pitch black
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| Dear world I’m pleased to meet you
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| Hey, everybody when I walk the walk
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| I gotta back it all up, can I talk the talk?
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| Hey, everybody, when I hear the knock
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| Don’t wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
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| Hey, every, hey every, hey every, hey everybody
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| Can you walk the walk?
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
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| Walk to the beat of my own drums
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums, hey
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| Play to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna play to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna hang ten high, say pleased to meet you
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| Screw up to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum
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| Scream shout, hide out, win, lose
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| Wipe out, saunter down my street
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| Make love to my baby
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| Make love to my baby
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| It’s a wonderful idea, but it doesn’t work
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| My own drum, my own beat
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| MY own drum, my own, own, own, own
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| Hey, did you ever get the feeling that it’s really a joke?
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| You think you’ve got it figured out
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| And then you find that you don’t?
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| So you say goodbye to the world
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| And now you’re floating in space?
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| You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place?
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| Then suddenly you hear it, it’s the beat of your heart
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| And for the first time in your life
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| You know your life is about to start?
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| Oh, yeah, bring it on
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| Hey, everybody, hey, everybody
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| Hey, everybody when you walk the walk
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| You gotta back it all, back it all, back it all, back it all up
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
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| I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
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| There’s someone knocking in the wall
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| Was it like an echo? |