I'm stoned in the twilight
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Screaming on the inside
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Give me your water, help me survive
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Gonna miss the sunlight
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When I lose my eyesight
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Give me my red shoes, I want to dance
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They search for an answer
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But that old man wouldn't listen
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Back then I was handsome
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Back then he was ignorant
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And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head
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The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
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Put them in a box somehere, put them in a drawer
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Take my red shoes, I can't wear them anymore
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Had garlands in the wings back then
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All the pretty little things back then
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Calling out my name, oh what fame brings
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After curtain calls and bows
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I can't see the front row now
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Hand me my red shoes just one more time
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They pushed aside our presence
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They refused to go the distance
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Back then I was Sigmund
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Back then he wouldn't listen
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Ballad Of The Boy In The Red Shoes
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| Elton John |
