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Nik Kershaw

Walkabout

 

Walkabout

(album: The Works - 1989)


There are walls to keep the stranger out
And doors that open wide
Over here, over here
Open spaces for a silent shout
A place for you to hide
Over here

Over here that feeling that fills my head
And smiles as as I take my time to bed
And

I hear someone calling me
Oh no
This certain space is not your place to go
And
I see someone standing there
Go away
Gone walkabout, not coming out today

Nothing ever seems to matter
And yet, nothing means so much
Over here, over here
No magic box or slight of hand
No mockery of touch
Over here

Over here I go but not to sleep
I hope there's something I can keep

[Chorus]

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