Barlow - Walk Away Lyrics

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Walk Away

Walk Away Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Walk Away By Barlow?
Christine's depression never seeems to end
'Cause she'll never be as skinny As the girls on ''Friends'' She's got fat hips and thin lips, she's jealous of a Q-Tip She'll take stupid over fat She stuck her fingers down her throat for the very last time today. And she walked away. Malcom's got his image: his rock and his glock And if he lives to see 20, he will beat the clock He's got his ride and he's fried and girls by his side He makes a stand with his gun in his hand He saw his best friend lying on a stainless steel tray. And he walked away. And the destination's clear: anywhere but here. Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter It doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered It doesn't matter that you're covered in scars You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars. So walk away from the boyfriend who bruises And the shame of the game that your brain knows you're losing And that job that you do that just robs you of who You can be when you're free of this mentality. So you're home by the phone getting stoned all alone With your chat room friends, your Korn and Ramones But the phone don't ring and Joey just sings sedated You gotta learn to hate it. Doesn't matter that you're lying in the gutter It doesn't matter that your brain's all cluttered It doesn't matter that you're covered in scars You're never in the gutter with your eyes on the stars. |
Who Wrote Walk Away By Barlow?
Gary Barlow, Graham Gouldman
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What's The Duration Of The Walk Away By Barlow?The duration of Walk Away is 4:16 minutes and seconds. |
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