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Lyrics
Walking and talking
On the last day of the world
When you've lost your little girl
And your mama won't come and see you anymore
Leave your number on the wall
Someday I might call
I keep on walking, talking all my days
When you've lost your mean old man
And done everything you can
But your landlord come around with a great big gun
Leave your number on the wall
Someday I might call
I keep on walking, talking all my days
My days are filled with sunshine
But my nights are filled with rain
Won't you come on by and pick me up again
Leave your number on the wall
Someday I might call
I keep on walking, talking all my days
My days are filled with sunshine
But my nights are filled with rain
Won't you come on by and pick me up again
Leave your number on the wall
Someday I might call
I keep on Walking, Talking all my days
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