| There’s a thundercloud behind those eyes
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| A storm’s a-brewin', in your mind-thoughts
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| A static electric discharge will emanate from your swollen heart
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| Well, the doctor prescribes
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| Rubber souls
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| You can teach a robot, how to dance
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| You can’t teach a pair of shorts, how to pants
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| Stand between two mirrors, and look into the distance
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| You’ll see you times infinite, still you’re only human
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| It’s a suit and tie affair and you’re only wearing shoes
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| Although they’re pretty slick, no one will let you through
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| Well, it doesn’t matter those fancy shoes
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| It’s all about the words you choose
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| It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes, it’s all about the friends you’ll lose
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| It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes, so why would, why would you?
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| I can see where there may be some confusion, I was once just like you
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| Let me tell you a story to clarify the matter
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| Once upon a time a mouse put on some shoes
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| Hey friend, where’d you get those fancy shoes,
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| Are you wearing them, or are they wearing you
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| I’ve seen you walking down the boulevard,
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| You must’ve come pretty far, you make it look real hard
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| Those shoes, sparkle gold and blue, always seem brand new,
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| Must’ve set you back a few
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| Oh my, fancy shoes distract me, I’m in the path of a bus in the
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| Middle of a busy street
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| You can fix a robot, buff out the dents
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| Strap him into a pair of fancy shoes and, flip the switch to commence
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| But when all’s said and done, are the shoes built for fun?
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| Or to protect from broken glass or toe biters in tall grass?
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| When everyone’s in red, you wear blue
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| It’s just like you to ignore simple truths
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| Well, it doesn’t matter those fancy shoes
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| It’s all about the words you choose
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| It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes, it’s all about the friends you’ll lose
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| It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes, it’s all about the toes you’ll lose
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| It doesn’t matter those fancy shoes, so why would, why would you? |