| I had shoes full of holes
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| When you first took me in The path that you led
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| Wasn’t straight to your bed
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| There’s no cots to sleep in And you showed me 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 So come in 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 calluses, 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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| See I’m 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 calluses, 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 calluses, 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
|
| See I’m 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 |