No new shoes today
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She wears the same ones as yesterday
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And the day before
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Her red dress zipped up half her back
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Any further might leave the track
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As silver threads of Rik n' Rak spun around the floor
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If she'd squint her eyes a' tight enough
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Quicksilver turned to diamonds in the rough
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Spreading out the fairy dust
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Through the kitchen, down the hall
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Build a mansion with them great big tall walls
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Dressed up like a Baby Doll, it's tea for two
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And it was all that
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She didn't know
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Not what she didn't have
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All could only leave her
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Room to grow
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If only she knew what she had
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A little late for sweet sixteen, at least she
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Made it to the ball, and as she bowed before the queen
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Queen said "Gearle, have a sit, but
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Wear the shoe only if it fits"
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Then, laughed at her own quick wit
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She was over thrown and frostbit'
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Standing there with a hole in her soul
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She left, bare to the bone
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I guess her feet grew cold
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Running out of time
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Why, she ran like mad
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She ran, she ran
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For more than she had
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Running harder, trying to leave it all behind her
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She ran so far, so nothing could find her
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Running till she ran right out of herself
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Oh, she ran right into somebody else
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No New Shoes
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| Stacey Earle |
