Walk Away 
      A black and white photograph 
      Of me up the garden path 
      Wrapped up in my football scarf 
      It sits here in my hand 
      And there mother smothered me 
      And how she would mother me 
      She knew how to suffer me 
      Like all mothers can 
      Now she is everywhere 
      The comb that runs through my hair 
      My posture on a chair 
      But thatís not who I am 

      He ran from the arguments 
      And sat on the garden fence 
      And lived in the passing tense 
      That fell from her lips 
      He tended the house so well 
      And each time she rang his bell 
      Heíd climb back from where he fell 
      And gathered his wits 
      Now I fear the mold is mine 
      A vibration shakes my spine 
      As I walk the crooked line 
      Reality hits 

      So let me walk free from you 
      You know that you want me to 
      Let me try something new 
      Let me walk away 

      If itís not one thing itís your mother 
      How I love her 
      How I love her 
      How I love her 
      But itís not so easy to say 
      Please wonít you let me walk away 
      Let me walk away 
      Let me walk away 

      So let me walk on my own 
      And finish my ice cream cone 
      If we are to make it home 
      Then all will be well 
      Look see Iím a father now 
      Iím raising my own eyebrow 
      And being in my own row 
      And making life hell 
      This is me, see here I am 
      Doing the best that I can 
      This life has a subtle plan 
      But you couldnít tell

      (c) 1995 EMI Virgin Music Ltd.

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