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I had shoes full of holes |
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When you first took me in |
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The path that you led |
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Was straight to your bed |
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There's no cots to sleep in |
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And you showed me |
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Who i was running from |
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As if i had not known all along |
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Oh my old feet |
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They know this hard street |
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Stay like old friends |
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You're flat on the ground |
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There's no further down |
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There's no cots to sleep in |
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So come in |
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Leave them outside the door |
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Tear off the paper |
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Tear off the carpet |
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Off the floor |
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Chorus: |
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And i know you're hurting |
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And i can't be there for you |
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And i know you're hurting |
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And i can't be there no more |
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I had shoes full of holes |
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When you first took me in |
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I had callouses, not sores |
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And i'd like to keep them |
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So go turn those sheets |
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Get back on the street |
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There's nothing more i can bring to you |
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They are scared of the door |
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Afraid of the floor |
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Well, i'll go and walk right through |
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And i'll show you |
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Who i've been running from |
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It's the feeling of waking |
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And it's gone |
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(chorus) |
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I had shoes full of holes |
|
When you first took me in |
|
I had callouses, not sores |
|
And i'd like to keep them |
|
Oh now your feet |
|
They know this hard street |
|
They're like old friends |
|
You're flat on the ground |
|
There's no further down |
|
There's no cots to sleep in |
|
So come in |
|
Leave them outside the door |
|
Tear off the paper |
|
Tear off the carpet |
|
Off the floor |
|
(chorus) |
|
I had shoes full of holes |
|
When you first took me in |
|
I had callouses, not sores |
|
And i'd like to keep them |
|
So go turn those sheets |
|
Get back on the street |
|
There's nothing more i can bring to you |
|
They are scared of the door |
|
Afraid of the floor |
|
Well, i'll go and walk right through |
|
And i'll show you |
|
Who i've been running from |
|
It's the feeling of waking |
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And it's gone |
