I would tell you about the things,
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They put me through.
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The pain I've been subjected to.
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But the Lord himself would blush.
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The countless feasts laid at my feet,
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Forbidden fruits for me to eat.
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But I think your pulse would start to rush.
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Now I'm not looking for absolution,
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Or forgiveness for the things I do.
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But before we come to any conclusions,
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Try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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You'll stumble in my footsteps.
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Keep the same appointments I've kept.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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Morality would frown upon,
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And decency look down upon,
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The scapegoat fate's made of me.
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But I'll tell you now, my judge and jurors.
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Intentions couldn't have been purer.
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My case is easy to see.
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I'm not looking for a clearer conscience.
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Peace of mind after what I've been through.
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But before we talk of any repentance,
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Try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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You'll stumble in my footsteps.
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Keep the same appointments I've kept.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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Now I'm not looking for the absolution,
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Or forgiveness for the things I do.
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But before you come to any conclusions.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
|
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You'll stumble in my footsteps.
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Keep the same appointments I've kept.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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You'll stumble in my footsteps.
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Keep the same appointments I've kept.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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Try walking in my shoes.
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If you try walking in my shoes.
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Walking In My Shoes
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| Finger Eleven |
