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Walking Through The Water
Washing My Feet Clean
Of This Filthy Path I've Walked
Deep In A Valley Ravine

I Fell Off Those Mountains
I Rolled Through Dirt And Sand
I've Broken Everything
I've Felt Fame's Backhand

I Stood High Above This Valley
Wine And Cigar
Until I Lost My Balance
From The Weight Of My Guitar

Nothing Good Happens
At Such High Altitudes
The Only Road Is Down
Even With The Most Lovely Étude