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Adler-Ross
I see my old shoes dusty in the closet
And my thoughts run back to you
Not to long ago when those old shoes were new

I see those old shoes drying by a fire
Yours are there right next to mine
I still hear the rain and I still can taste the wine

And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly
Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky
And though it's old news that our love has ended
how can I believe we're through

When those old shoes keep walking me right back to you

musical interlude
And it's hard to believe but those old shoes used to fly
Away from the crowd to our own secret cloud in the sky
And though it's old news
That our love has ended
How can I believe we're through
When those old shoes keep
Walking me right back to you

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