| Skip across the dust
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| In the corner of my room, yeah
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| While the walls pull away
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| And keep my hiding spirit shuffling, oh
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| And keep my hiding spirit shuffling, oh boy
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| You can look but you won’t find me, now, no
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| Yeah, the footprints show the way that I’ve gone
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| Yeah, the footprints show the way that I’ve gone
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| The dirt high upon my back
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| Yet it forever falling
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| 'Neath my long old worried soul
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| Oh, morning cares for no tomorrow
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| Morning cares for no tomorrow
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| You can look but you won’t find me, no
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| Yeah, I know the footprints show the way that I’ve gone
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| Having any more
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| It surely won’t be mine
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| Well, I’ve gone far away
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| You can look but you won’t find me, no
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| You can look but you won’t find me, no no
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| And keep my hiding spirit shuffling, boy boy
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| Yeah, that footprints show the way that I’ve gone
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| Footprints show the way that I’ve gone
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| Oh, the footprints show the way that I’ve gone |