I pass some kids down at the playground
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I see two lovebirds holding hands
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And there's an old man that I meet earch day
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He's drinking the finest brand
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I am walking
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In the middle of the street of life
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I am searching for
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A little sign that's telling me left or right
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My head's turning
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Although my feet are going straight ahead
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I keep missing
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If the traffiicsigns are green or red
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And I'm just walking
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Between the things I should and shouldn't do
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And it's confusing me
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I find it hard to make a choice or two
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Bur it's my way
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It doesn't matter where I should belong
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I trust my heart
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The only way I know I can't go wrong
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I see a family on vacation
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I spot the hottest chic in town
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I see a rich man showing empathy
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To a homeless on the ground
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My old friends ain't getting younger
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I watch their children growing too
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And if they ask me when I grow up
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The answer is "I don't know..."
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(And)
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I am walking....
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In the middle of the street of life
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I am searching for
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A little sign that's telling me left or right
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My head's turning
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Although my feet are going straight ahead
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I keep missing
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If the traffiicsigns are green or red
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Oh...Oh...
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I am walking.....
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Between the things I should and shouldn't do
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And it's confusing me
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I find it hard to make a choice or two
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Bur it's my way
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It doesn't matter where I should belong
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I trust my heart
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The only way I know I can't go wrong
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Walking
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Bosson |