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Soles are worn out in my tennis shoes mother please carry me home the process of progress is killing me (now i can't go on) someone please carry me home and my cold feet slow me down they haunt me now... Claim to subclaim, now turn it off i'm doing the best that i can Act for react, now turn it off i'm doing the best that i can could i be losing the will to walk? maybe it's time to run and Madison's where i will build my name (from the bottom up) where i will work in the sun and the science slows me down but i'm free now... Claim to subclaim, now turn it off i'm doing the best that i can Broken finger, now burn it off i'm doing the best that i can Songtexteshedding the smile i used to wear (left alone to my despair) learning how not to let it break my stride casting my tennis shoes aside (missing what was left behind) a dead man is plotting his return tonight burn, let me feel the burn, i'm lighting a match to all i've known think, i just want to think, but this could have been a pauper's parade Claim to subclaim, now turn it off i'm doing the best that i can Blood on my hands, now wash it off i'm doing the best that i can Aus Songtexte Mania