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Those Who Walk Away
by Nic Hamilton
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Douglas told a story about a man and his cat
He didn't know that he ruled us all while sitting in his shotgun shack
In a far off foreign cosmos like a long forgotten song
If unaware of the consequences, well how can we say that it's wrong
And surely it's better than what we have now, incompetence, lies and deceit
I won't be the first or the last to say that those who want to lead
Should never, ever be chief
So who are we to criticize those who will not play
The ones who walk away
Who are we to stand and judge those who cannot stay
The ones who walk away
Le Guin's Utopian state where all are so free, their happiness goes on and on
Where cancer is cured, a long like assured, a remarkable phenomenon
But somehow it all hinges on a child in a living hell
He spends his whole life locked up in a cage in a dark, dingy, damp basement cell
Does it matter when so much goodness is derived from a terrible crime?
And are we so different I ask myself, time after time after time after time
So who are we to criticize the ones who walk away
The ones who walk away
Who are we to stand and judge those who will not play
The ones who walk away
Douglas told a story about a man and his cat
He didn't know that he ruled us all while sitting in his shotgun shack
In a far off foreign cosmos like a long forgotten song
If unaware of the consequences, well how can we say that it's wrong
And surely it's better than what we have now, incompetence, lies and deceit
I won't be the first or the last to say that those who want to lead
Should never, ever be chief
So who are we to criticize those who will not play
The ones who walk away
Who are we to stand and judge those who cannot stay
The ones who walk away
Le Guin's Utopian state where all are so free, their happiness goes on and on
Where cancer is cured, a long like assured, a remarkable phenomenon
But somehow it all hinges on a child in a living hell
He spends his whole life locked up in a cage in a dark, dingy, damp basement cell
Does it matter when so much goodness is derived from a terrible crime?
And are we so different I ask myself, time after time after time after time
So who are we to criticize the ones who walk away
The ones who walk away
Who are we to stand and judge those who will not play
The ones who walk away
