| Weird times
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| It’s a fantasy
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| All you read in the magazines
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| Mother Nature in a top hat
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| (Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk)
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| But they don’t realize
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| Sitting tight
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| In the compound
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| Sweatpants, sipping on a cocktail
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| (Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk)
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| He’s got a finger on the button
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| Ready to delete
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| I’m through looking out at the darkness
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| But don’t get hypnotised by the lies
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| It’s all gonna crumble under you
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| Like when the wall came down
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| And there were no sides
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| But I’m in a time of separation
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| Paralysed by our own nation
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| Blurred lines, another war game
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| (Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk)
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| Hook, line and sinker
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| Back at the compound
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| All the lions start circling
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| The next man playing out his fantasy
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| (Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk)
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| I’m through looking out at the darkness
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| Don’t get hypnotised by the lies
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| And I don’t see them wonder
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| 'Cause when it comes around
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| It’s gonna be too late, too late
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| We’re stuck looking out at the darkness
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| But don’t get hypnotised by the lies
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| It’s all gonna crumble under you
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| Like when the wall came down
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| And there were no sides
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| (Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk
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| Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk
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| Baby, you’re the one, you can walk the walk)
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| Walk the walk |