The way I see it things have changed, it¡¯s better for me now.
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It all began that summer day when the rain came pouring down.
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You were being you and I was being me,
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But I¡¯ll never forget the way you smiled at me, you smiled at me.
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When you dropped your groceries on the floor and I bent to help you out,
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You touched my hand, the way you did and I¡¯ll never forget how.
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You were you and I was me, and now you¡¯re my one,
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And we spent the afternoon in love with someone, and it was you, and it was you.
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Oh, I could have been the king of many things, but now I¡¯m not, because of you.
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Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you,
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And them things you do, oh, the rhythm of your shoes, I love the way you move.
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So on and on those days became the fall,
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And I haven¡¯t seen you, woman, not all.
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Yeah, I stare out of my window at Greenwich Street today.
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Yeah, I hope you come back and walk my way.
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Oh, the way you used to walk, remember clear,
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Down the ally ways and all around here.
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And I hear your shoes on the ground and every day I know,
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That you¡¯ll come back soon, I hope you do, I hope you do¡¦I know you will.
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Yeah, I could have been the king of many things but now I¡¯m not, because of you.
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Oh, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you,
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And them things you do, I hear the rhythm of your shoes¡¦the way you move.
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I¡¯m an older man, I¡¯ve lived my days in wonder.
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Will she ever come again, will she come again?
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I haven¡¯t locked eyes with another.
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Oh, I¡¯ve lived my days inside my place, staring out.
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Or the way you used to smile and slam my door,
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The way you left my room that day, you slammed my door.
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And I¡¯ll never forget the sounds of you,
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Or the click-clack down the hall, the rhythm of your shoes, of your shoes¡¦
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Yeah, of your shoes.
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Oh, I could have been the king of many things, but now I¡¯m not, because of you.
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Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I could have been the king of many things, of many things, many things.
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Yeah, I could have been somebody, but I was just a body to you, and them things you do.
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I hear the rhythm of your shoes, the way you move.
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It¡¯s winter now, I could have sworn.
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Deep inside my place it¡¯s feeling warm.
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Out the corner of my eye I think, I see this woman smiling.
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I recognize those eyes, I do.
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Or the way you work that sidewalk,
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Or the way you walk I know it¡¯s you.
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Should I come, or should I say hi, should I tell you hello?
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Should I let you know I¡¯ve been waiting here for thirty years?
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Should I tell you that I¡¯ve loved you since that summer day?
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Should I tell you that you crushed my life when you walked away?
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Oh, Should I tell you that you changed me in every single way?
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That I could have been somebody, but I was nothing today?
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But, no I¡¯ll just sit here, and think about you,
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The way you do, the things you do, the walk away¡¦
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The rhythm of your shoes.
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Rhythm Of Your Shoes
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| O.A.R. (Of A Revolution) |
