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You know it all, or at least you think you do You’ve seen it all, or at least you think you have You think you know pain? Take a walk in my shoes. A day in my shoes you’ll walk through hell A day in my shoes oh what a dry spell Do you get home in time for a beating? Cause when I return it’s a fist I’m meeting After the pain comes the time to cry, So I sit in my room and want to die A day in my shoes and you’ll see it all, A day in my shoes you’re in for a fall So I have one thing left to say, Before I take this blade and get away I hope you rot for what you’ve put me through, and I pray that this guilt consumes you too A day in my shoes, the last day in my shoes
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