| 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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| Going to 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 somewhere, 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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| 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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| Put them in a box somewhere, put them in a drawer
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| Take my red shoes, I can’t wear them anymore
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| I can’t wear them anymore |