Текст песни Walk by Yourself (Live) - Nazareth
                                                Walk 
                                                by 
                                                yourself, 
                                                I've 
                                                offered 
                                                you 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                friendship
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                live 
                                                alone; 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                contend, 
                                                but 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                your 
                                                seat 
                                                at 
                                                ringside
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                say 
                                                you're 
                                                self-made; 
                                                least 
                                                you're 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                blame
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                chance, 
                                                    I 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                roll 
                                                the 
                                                bones, 
                                                seems 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                long 
                                                time 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                chips 
                                                were 
                                                down, 
                                                you 
                                                left 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                rendezvous, 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                Excuse 
                                                me 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                nervous
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                never 
                                                put 
                                                my 
                                                trust 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                visionary
 
                                    
                                
                                                Phone's 
                                                dead 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                call 
                                                room 
                                                service
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                    a 
                                                troublemaker, 
                                                you're 
                                                    a 
                                                mercenary
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                wear 
                                                no 
                                                black 
                                                dress
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you're 
                                                    a 
                                                widow 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                want 
                                                the 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                Better 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                soul, 
                                                now 
                                                you're 
                                                reaping 
                                                    a 
                                                sore 
                                                harvest
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                horn 
                                                sounds, 
                                                your 
                                                house 
                                                it's 
                                                gonna 
                                                be 
                                                Jericho
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                superbowl, 
                                                your 
                                                quarterback 
                                                is 
                                                broken
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                it 
                                                comes, 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                laughing
 
                                    
                                
                                                SOLO
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                n, 
                                                n, 
                                                n, 
                                                n, 
                                                nervous
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                by 
                                                yourself, 
                                                I've 
                                                offered 
                                                you 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                in 
                                                friendship
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                live 
                                                alone; 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                contend, 
                                                but 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                your 
                                                seat 
                                                at 
                                                ringside
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                say 
                                                you're 
                                                self-made; 
                                                at 
                                                least 
                                                you're 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                blame
 
                                    
                                
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