I'm walking around in a dead man's shoes
But he had a big foot print
So I know I can't lose
I'm still walking around
In a dead man's shoes
I wouldn't say it harms me
I wouldn't say I've got
The same size feet as him
But I can still fill his plot
He's got big boots to fill
And currently I've not
Still I ain't got the blues
Just walking around in
A dead man's shoes
Don't kill me with kindness
But you can kill me with love
Hate is an engine
And its mind is hot
I've seen a freight train
Rolling into the lot
But these dead man's shoes
Keep me living my plot
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