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Walking on glass
Walking on stone
When you`re walking
Sometimes walking alone
Put your heart out
And reach for the top
Keep moving, don`t ever stop
Written on the wind
Written on the sand
Every woman, every man
Engines started
Ready to roll
Broken hearted
Let it go

It`s o.k.
It`ll work out
Yes it`s alright, anyhow
Work out, Work out

Johnny had a vision
That`s a fact
Bound for glory
Never turned back

Think back to a time
When you ran with the pack
You can always look around
But never go back
The drums are on the hillside
In the depths of my soul
A distant voice whispers in invisible tones
That it`s O.K.
It`ll work out
Yes it`s alright, anyhow
Yes it`s O.K.
It`ll work out
It is alright anyhow, and we`re
On the edge of survival
Could it be a new age
Waiting for new arrivals
Time to turn the page

Yes it`s O.K......

You can feel that midas touch it lies
Quick in your grasp
But you reach to hard
It shatters like glass
You can think back to a time
When you ran with the pack
You can always turn around
But never go back

Drums are on the hillside
And in the depths of my soul
A distant voice whispers
In invisible tones
Work out
We can work it out
Work out

Walking on glass
Walking on stone
When you`re walking
Sometimes walking alone
Put your heart out
And reach for the top
Keep moving, don`t ever stop
Written on the wind
Written on the sand
Every woman, every man
Engines started
Ready to roll
Broken hearted
Let it go

It`s o.k.
It`ll work out
Yes it`s alright, anyhow
Work out, Work out

Johnny had a vision
That`s a fact
Bound for glory
Never turned back

Think back to a time
When you ran with the pack
You can always look around
But never go back
The drums are on the hillside
In the depths of my soul
A distant voice whispers in invisible tones
That it`s O.K.
It`ll work out
Yes it`s alright, anyhow
Yes it`s O.K.
It`ll work out
It is alright anyhow, and we`re
On the edge of survival
Could it be a new age
Waiting for new arrivals
Time to turn the page

Yes it`s O.K......

You can feel that midas touch it lies
Quick in your grasp
But you reach to hard
It shatters like glass
You can think back to a time
When you ran with the pack
You can always turn around
But never go back

Drums are on the hillside
And in the depths of my soul
A distant voice whispers
In invisible tones
Work out
We can work it out
Work out

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