The sole of the shoe is burnt brown
The body of it is crushed red
These shoes pound the ground
Running away, looking ahead
Running as the tears flow red
The times are so far behind
The eyes are focused ahead
No time, time to rewind
The shoes, only the shoes are colored
The surroundings are all black and white
The tears, only the tears are colored
The surroundings in white day to black night
Truth wrapped tightly in the lies
Bundled up and held for nine months
A tree fell in the forest and was heard that night
Distance that's made right after being crushed
The rain washes off her aroma
The shoes are losing their soles
Living life in a long time coma
Truth that eats away at his soul
Tears that fall and fall
Red every where in tune
Tears that fall and fall
Red and brown child's shoe
Baby,
Oh baby,
Baby
Baby,
Oh baby,
Baby
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