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Well luckily I watched the OC (needless to say I sobbed during that final scene.) and made a mix
If you walk away, I'll walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday, so you walk that way, I'll walk this way. And the future hangs over our heads. It moves with each current event until it falls all around like a cold steady rain. Just stay in when it's looking this way. And the moon's laying low in the sky. It's forcing everything metal to shine. And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case: they argue "walk this way." "No, walk this way." And Laura's asleep in my bed. As I'm leaving she wakes up and says "I dreamed you were carried away by the crest of a wave. Baby, don't go away. Come here." There's kids playing guns in the street. One's pointing his tree branch at me. So I put my hands up, I say "enough is enough. If you walk away, I'll walk away." And he shot me dead. I found a liquid cure for my land-locked blues. It will pass away like a slow parade. It's leaving but I don't know how soon. And the world's got me dizzy again. You'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin. And it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I'm always pacing around or walking away. I keep drinking the ink from my pen, and I'm balancing history books up on my head. But it all boils down to one quotable phrase: if you love something, give it away. A good woman will pick you apart. A box full of suggestions for your possible heart. You may be offended and you may be afraid, but don't walk away. Don't walk away. I've grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame, saying "let me walk away. Please." "You'll be free, child, once you have died, from the shackles of language and measurable time. And then we can trade places, play musical grace. Til then, walk away. Walk away." So I'm out that door, putting on my shoes, I just want to make a clean escape. I'm leaving but I don't know where to. I know I'm leaving, but I don't know where to..
So, you know.
If you walk away, I'll walk away. First tell me which road you will take. I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday, so you walk that way, I'll walk this way. And the future hangs over our heads. It moves with each current event until it falls all around like a cold steady rain. Just stay in when it's looking this way. And the moon's laying low in the sky. It's forcing everything metal to shine. And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case: they argue "walk this way." "No, walk this way." And Laura's asleep in my bed. As I'm leaving she wakes up and says "I dreamed you were carried away by the crest of a wave. Baby, don't go away. Come here." There's kids playing guns in the street. One's pointing his tree branch at me. So I put my hands up, I say "enough is enough. If you walk away, I'll walk away." And he shot me dead. I found a liquid cure for my land-locked blues. It will pass away like a slow parade. It's leaving but I don't know how soon. And the world's got me dizzy again. You'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin. And it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I'm always pacing around or walking away. I keep drinking the ink from my pen, and I'm balancing history books up on my head. But it all boils down to one quotable phrase: if you love something, give it away. A good woman will pick you apart. A box full of suggestions for your possible heart. You may be offended and you may be afraid, but don't walk away. Don't walk away. I've grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame, saying "let me walk away. Please." "You'll be free, child, once you have died, from the shackles of language and measurable time. And then we can trade places, play musical grace. Til then, walk away. Walk away." So I'm out that door, putting on my shoes, I just want to make a clean escape. I'm leaving but I don't know where to. I know I'm leaving, but I don't know where to..
So, you know.