| Living hungry on soup and dreams
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| Nothing left to lose
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| It seemed so simple then
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| When there wasn’t a lot to choose
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| Every day was like a year
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| There was lots of time
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| To see things clear
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| But then the blessing brought me here
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes
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| Things have changed a lot for me
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| I don’t worry about my rent
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| I pay it on time, I pick and choose
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| How every dime gets spent
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| Guess there’s nothing wrong with being blessed
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| It should be the same
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| Both more and less
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| I haven’t found the balance yet
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes
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| Solomon was the wisest man
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| But I guess not wise enough
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| He forgot the Blesser
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| When the blessing were too much
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| Now I know I swing with Solomon
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| Between the left and right
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| How I wish that I could find a place
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| Where I’d be satisfied
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| (Don't wanna deny You, don’t wanna turn from You)
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes
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| Still swinging in Solomon’s shoes |