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I am walking in your shoes |
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For just a mile or two |
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My heals are all torn |
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But I will dig them in for you |
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I feel the pain you've known |
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And the seeds of hate you've sown |
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They're scattered on the grownd and I can barely step around |
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Insanity and pain |
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The things you will not name |
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Growing in the feilds |
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Spinning with the wheels |
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And wind of time and whimsy |
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Your excuses and your flimsy lies |
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I'm running out of faith |
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I'm tired of saving face |
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And where the hell is grace |
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I didn't ask for second place |
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I am picking through the weeds |
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And I'm falling to my knees |
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And this is where I'll leave your shoes |
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And step away from these |
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Insanity and pain |
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Who will take the blame |
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Beyond your will and whimsy |
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No excuses no more flimsy lies |
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I'm running out of faith |
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I'm tired of saving face |
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And where the hell is grace |
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I didnt ask for second place |
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I'm running out of faith |
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I'm tired of saving face |
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And where the hell is grace |
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I didnt ask for second place |
