I hear some people
been talkin me down,
Bring up my name,
pass it round.
They dont mention
happy times
They do their thing,
Ill do mine.
Ooh baby,
thats hard to change
I cant tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
I remember
the good old days,
Stayed up all night
gettin crazed.
Then the money
was not so good,
But we still did
the best we could.
Ooh baby,
thats hard to change
I cant tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
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