¡Forward, Russia! - Five lyrics

Strolling down the pavement A twinkle in your stride I won't be the only one To be left behind Should you choose to leave You'd walk out the door Lucid, tanned, healthy, real You've got a stranger's hand But not a lover's eye You've got to leave it falling all the time But no love's lost You could be the one who sleeps through All that's real ... (?) Walk away! Walk away! Walk away! Walk away! ... (?) You could have been everything! Walk away! Walk away! Walk away! Walk away! ... (?) You could have been everything! (repeat)