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Mama there's a stranger in my shoes
He's the temporary type with his clean white gloves
And he's running away from the things I love
His conviction is honest and his details pure
he might look the part but he's lost for sure
He's got a face like mine and a taste like mine
But he's really nothing like me, I think you'll find that
Mama there's a stranger in my shoes

Mama there's a villain in my shoes
If you talk to him he won't respond
He's got no time to argue, just takes what he wants
He's a hypnotist extortionist, he'll steal from your grave
Then blame it on you for not being saved
He's an opportunist monster with a left over god
Nothing he wants is worth what he's got
Mama there's a villain in my shoes

Mama there's an artist in my shoes
He's been to the bottom of his deep dark mind
Compensated with an infringement fine
For stealing colors from the scarlet sky
To make another world, how dare he try
He's got the words in his head they seem beautiful now
But when he speaks it just feels like they're dribbling out
Mama there's an artist in my shoes

Mama there's a sailor in my shoes
When he hears the wind calling he'll drop his whole life
He'll run, run, run to the edge of the knife
He'll look down, down over the side
But he'll think no, no I'm not ready to die
Because he feels that feeling bubbling up in his brain
He's got wind of that wind again
Mama there's a sailor in my shoes

Mama there's a stranger in my shoes

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