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Sneakers
Worn out and dirty
Barely laced
Rubber that's seen
Too many boulevards
Smudged asphalt marks, and
Chewing gum
Tears in the sole
Show right though to my bones
Even when it's not cold, they
Send shivers right up my spine when my feet
Slap slap down the pavement
Running, always
Running, she said
When will you stay put for
Once?
And of course I didn't listen to her
And turned my back
It was back when the rubber was just starting to thin
Our lips, pressed together
Puzzle pieces forming
A whole
Sent shivers right up my spine down
Through my bones right to
My heart
And against all my sense
(Always, always)
I let her in
The rubber wore down, and
Dirty old
Barely laced
Sneakers
Smudged with asphalt marks and
Chewing gum
Urged me to leave
Pulled me away
And against all my sense
(Always, always)
I told her so
She said she didn't care
Our bodies, pressed together
Puzzle pieces forming
A whole
She told me she loved me
Of course I didn't listen to her
And turned my back
Now my
Dirty old
Barley laced
Sneakers
Smudged with asphalt marks and
Chewing gum
Remind me of who
Is slap-slapping along
Too many boulevards
(Again, again)
And
The asphalt marks have taken their toll
I've already taken too much
I leave in a haze of cigarette smoke and
Squeaking rubber and
Slap-slap on too many boulevards
I turn my head fast so she can't
See the tears run down my face
Running, always
Running
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