| Well, I walk these hills and I won’t look back
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| When I walk these hills, I swear, I won’t look back
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| They took my car from me
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| Got a DUI on Monday
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| Well, I walk these hills and won’t look back
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| Cover the landscape oh, so slow
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| I cover the landscape oh, so slow, hey
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| She left me there standing, oh, with no soft landing
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| But I know what to do with the sounds that I use
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| Take flight, my private exodus
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| Trained in human echolocation
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| Set my sights and orientation
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| And I’ll know right where we are
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| Gonna follow the sounds and the stars
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| I got nothing to show, but I’m walking proud
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| Got nothing to show, but I’m walking proud
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| Although I’m gonna be missing
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| Gonna keep on, keep on sniffin'
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| For the right track, maybe not coming back
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| When I make my sound and hear the sound bounce back
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| In the black of night, these sounds, these sounds bounce back
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| Use my inner compass
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| Like the songbirds among us
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| And I’ll know right where we are
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| Gonna follow the sounds and stars
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| Take flight, my private exodus
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| Trained in human echolocation
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| Set my sights and orientation
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| And I’ll know right where we are
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| Gonna follow the sounds and the stars
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| Take flight, my private exodus
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| Trained in human echolocation
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| Set my sights and orientation
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| And I’ll know right where we are
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| Gonna follow the sounds and the stars |