Kinda gray for a long time
Haven't seen the sun so far
Somebody stole it
Or maybe moved it
Perhaps caged it
Or thrown it away
What the hell are you talking
Well I say nothing anymore
But you have to know
These shoes are made for walking
At least seven miles a day
Valleys, slopes
High or lows
Wherever they take me
What the hell are you talking
Well, I say nothing anymore
It's the same old history repeating
Everyday the same old history
The same old history
I got those shoes
made for walking seven miles a day
I've been there before
I will be back tomorrow
Take your look off the ground
Take your look up to the sky
But you have to know
This shoes are made for walking
At least seven miles a day
Valleys, slopes
High or lows
Wherever they take me
The second part of the story
Might get crazy
I never read it
So, I can't tell it
I try it one more time
All over, all right
At the beginning it started really well
In the middle the story’s quite invested
I got to know how it plays out
But then all of a sudden
Everything I've loved
Has been thrown away
For an easy quick plot twist
For amusement sort of say
It Just doesn’t make any sense to me
It just doesn’t make any sense to me
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