I hear some people been talkin' me down,
Bring up my name, pass it 'round.
They don't mention happy times;
They do their thing, I'll do mine.
Oo baby, that's hard to change;
I can't 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.
Oo baby, that's hard to change;
I can't 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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