Soles are worn out in my tennis shoes Mother please carry me home The process of progress is killing me (now I can't go on) Someone please carry me home
And my cold feet slow me down They haunt me now...
Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can Act for react, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can
Could I be losing the will to walk? Maybe it's time to run And Madison's where I will build my name (from the bottom up) Where I will work in the sun
And the science slows me down But I'm free now...
Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that I can Broken finger, now burn it off I'm doing the best that I can
Shedding the smile I used to wear (Left alone to my despair) Learning how not to let it break my stride Casting my tennis shoes aside (Missing what was left behind) A dead man is plotting his return tonight
Burn, let me feel the burn, I'm lighting a match to all I've known Think, I just want to think, But this could have been a pauper's parade
Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that I can Blood on my hands, now wash it off I'm doing the best that I can
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