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I found her shoes today |
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I picked them up from the ground |
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I tried them on under the setting sun |
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Then walked a few steps in her shoes |
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As rare as a shooting star she is the wonderland |
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And now the shame's on me, on me - on me |
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She's never cried out in pain |
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The sun's dying by her side |
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She tried so hard to fight back the tears |
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And now the shame's on me, on me |
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As rare as a shooting star she is the wonderland |
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And now the shame is on me, on me - on me |
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She tried so hard to fight back the tears |
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And now the shame's on me, on me |
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As rare as a shooting star she is the wonderland |
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And now the shame's on me, on me - on me |
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o-o-on me, on me |
