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I think of a lot of a things when I'm walking. I think of a lot of a things walking home. I say them aloud, to myself I am talking. I talk to myself when we are alone. Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating? Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain? Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name? I look to the left and the right when I'm crossing. I look straight ahead when I'm crossing the road. The baggage I carry, that load I am tossing. I look back behind at the row that I've hoed. Chorus Chorus From Letras Mania