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And I would walk five hundred miles...
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And I would walk five hundred more...
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Just to be the man who walked a thou- sand miles to fall down at your door...
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| Eeek! Sweetie, are you all right? | |
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| Okay, what the hell was the point of all that?? My feet are fucking killing me! | |
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