Thoughts fly around on wings
We have no choice, we follow them
Dig in or get blown away
In shops, in crowded streets
We´re under attack without relief
Told what to think and what to say
Walk away
When I can´t even trust my point of view
´Cause I´m not thinking straight
I just walk away
The hardest thing´s to drop the subject
Once you get involved in it
Right around the world it´s just the same
Bad thoughts come tumbling down
Like rain on dry ground they get sucked in
There´s only one way to escape
Walk away

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